Date: Thu, 29 Dec 2005 23:45:45 EST
From: Nefersdaddy@aol.com
Subject: Night Under the Stars (an encounter)

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state, please close this page, and go some where safe. MOVE TO ANOTHER
STATE! If you are underage, Please, close this page, and patiently wait
til you are old enough to read this.

Folks, remember, HIV/AIDS still exist out there. Please be safe, and
ALWAYS use a condom.. remember, you are sleeping with every person that
your mate has slept with before you.

on that note, on to the story!

			   NIGHT UNDER THE STARS

Back in the mid 90s, when I was a "Married Man", my wife's grandmother
passed away, and my wife was very upset about this.  I told her to go
back home with her mom, and go to the funeral.  She left the following
morning, and I stayed behind to "tend the home fires", basically, keep
going to work and keeping the house clean until she came home, in about 5
days time. Now, I dont know about a lot of you, but I have this little
problem (even today), that I cant sleep alone in a bed.  If I'm used to
someone being there, there is no talking me out of it.. No sleep for me!
On the second night she was gone, I drove out into the desert area around
Las Vegas, where we lived.  I had decided that I might as well go out,
watch the stars and smoke cigarettes until I was drowsy enough to go home
and fall asleep.  About one in the morning, lights flashed in my rear
view mirror, and then the flashing lights came on.  I got out the
required paperwork, license, registration and insurance in the great
state of Nevada, and had them ready for the Officer.
As I waited for him, I thought to myself "What in the hell is this
about?"  He walked up next to the car, shining his flashlight in, to
blind me from seeing his face.  He asked for the paperwork, which I
handed to him, and flashed him a smile at the same time.  "Is there a
problem, officer?" I asked.  He asked me what I was doing out there in
the desert at one in the morning.  I explained my situation about
not being able to sleep alone, and decided that if I was that bold, then
I could light a cigarette.  I did so, and heard him say "Can I get one of
those?". "Sure", I replied, and handed him my pack and lighter.  As he
lit the cigarette, I could hear him take in a nice deep drag on it.  I
chanced a look at his basket while he was doing that, and saw a very
nicely packed crotch.  I looked up at him, while he was standing by the
car, and asked if I could stand up, because i was getting a crick in my
neck from looking up at him.
His answering chuckle sent chills down my spine. It was warm, and even
sexy and low.  "Sure you can" he answered.  I opened the car door, and
stepped out.  We stood there for a while, talking long after the
cigarettes were done.  Our talking had moved from one topic to another,
when he reached out, and into my shirt pocket.  He pulled the cigarettes
out, and lit two of them, placed one between my lips and said "You wanted
one, didnt you?".  I stood there, a bit shocked, and then realized he was
putting the pack and lighter back into my shirt pocket, and was taking a
very long time getting them in there right.  He was feeling up my nipple,
actually, and all I could do was stand there, with a nice grin on my face
as my left nipple came proudly to attention beneath his fingers.
He pulled his hand out of my shirt pocket, and as he lowered it, I felt
him brush the front of my crotch with his hand.  I got bolder at that
point, and acted like I lost my balance. (something you would only do, if
you wanted to touch a hot cop and not let him know).  I felt him up, as I
stumbled against him.  What I felt in his pants was not normal.  He was
hard, and he was HUNG! He grabbed me by the shoulder, and asked if I was
ok. I told him yes, and that I had just lost my footing.  Again, that
maddening, low, sexy chuckle came out.  He asked me if I had found
anything to lean against.  What could I say or do? I reached out, and
grabbed his crotch, and said "I think I found something here to help".
He put his hand over mine, and slowly worked my hand up and down the 10
inch length of his cock.  I trembled, knowing I could be in serious
trouble for even touching a state trooper in this manner.   He laughed
this time, and took our cigarettes, and crushed both of them out under
his boot.  Pulling me to him, he kissed me, and said "Why dont you head
home? I have the address, and will be there shortly".  I stood against
him for a few minutes, knowing that what I was doing was cheating on my
wife, and loving every minute of it!  I told him "Okay, how soon can you
be there?"  He answered with "My shift is ending in a few minutes, I
should be there within the half hour."  Knowing how far it was to the
house, I started the car, and as I pulled out, I heard him say "Be
careful, now, I dont want to have to stop you for speeding."   I laughed,
and put my foot to the floor.
I got into the house, made sure everything was in good condition for
company, and took a quick shower, not knowing what was going to happen,
if anything.
I had gotten out of the shower, and was wearing a pair of loose shorts,
and a wife beater style tank top, when the doorbell rang.  I opened the
door, and there he stood.  He was still in his uniform, complete with
Nightstick and handcuffs. He walked in, and pushed me against the wall,
and while closing the door with one hand, planted a kiss on me that took
my breath away.  I was trembling from the force of the kiss, when he told
me "Go into the bedroom, NOW!" Not being one to disobey an officer of the
law, I did as I was told, and went into the bedroom.  He followed me in,
and told me to get on with taking his clothes off him.  I did as I was
told again, and stripped him nude, removing his pants with my teeth.
I was still fully clothed, and he reached down, and pulled my tank top
off me.  Pulling me up off the floor, he took my left nipple in his hand,
and started working it. I moaned in pleasure, and he grabbed my cock and
balls with his hand. He squeezed my balls, not hard, but still enough to
send shivers up my spine.  Then I felt him pull my shorts down, and place
his cock between my legs.  As we stood there dry humping, kissing, and
feeling each others bodies, he pulled away from the kiss, and told me to
get his cuffs for him.  I reached down, pulled the cuffs from his belt,
and handed them to him.  Then he made me lay down on the bed, face down,
and cuffed me to the headboard. He lifted my midsection up, and put a
pillow under me, preparing me for what was to come.  Then he pulled out
some lube, and proceeded to lube and open my hole.  I didnt know what was
going to happen, I just knew it felt very good!
I felt something hard, but cold, at the entrance to my hole.  It started
sliding inside of me, and I realized that he was using his night stick to
fuck me.  I couldnt help it. My hips raised up on their own, and my legs
spread wider, to get more inside.
Again came that sexy chuckle. "You have a very hungry hole" he said. I
couldnt reply, with my face in the pillow, but moaned very loudly.  He
fed more into my hole, and then I felt him pulling it out.  I moaned, not
wanting that full feeling to leave, and he pulled it all the way out
anyway.  Then, I felt it again, but this time it was a different feeling.
I could feel ridges on it, and knew it was the handgrip portion of the
nightstick that was going inside.  The ridges were catching at my
asslips, and pulling on them as he slowly fed it into me.  He left the
nightstick there, and stood over me.  Amused by his work, he chuckled
again, and said "I can see your heart beat in my nightstick".  He pulled
out the nightstick, and uncuffed one hand.  He asked me to turn over, and
I could see his cock sticking out from his body.  He ran the head over my
lips, coating them with his precum. I licked my lips, tasting his
flavor.  He told me to spread my legs, and get myself ready for him.  I
did what he said, never questioning his authority over me.  He hooked my
legs over his arms, and I felt his cock head coming in contact with my
hole.  He stared into my eyes, and I stared right back into his, as he
entered me with his full length, never stopping til he was all the way
in.   I moaned as I felt him bottom out, and felt his heavy balls come to
rest on my cheeks.  He fucked me like that for a while, and then grew
tired of his "Master/Sub" game.  He uncuffed me, and let me put my hands
around his back, and kissed me.  I could feel him rocking in me, as we
kissed, and then it happened.  He hit my love nut. I saw stars, and
moaned deep into his mouth.  He did it again , and again, knowing what he
was doing.  I cried that I was about to cum, and he just rubbed his  cock
against my prostate even harder.  I shot my load, and it reached up to my
chin. While I was still shooting, he leaned down, and licked the cum off
my chin.  He started to long stroke me then, and I was still in my
orgasmic state, when I heard him cry out hoarsly that he was going to
cum.  I locked my legs around him, and felt him shooting his hot cream
inside of me.  I felt him continue to shudder, and felt every pulse of
his orgasm deep inside of me.
We fell asleep at that point, it being about 4 in the morning by now, and
me having to get up to go to work by 8 am.
When the alarm went off, we were spooning, and I could feel his hard cock
poking into me. I moved back, and pressed against it, and felt the head
go inside of me.  I sighed, and picked up the phone.  Speaking to the
store manager, I told him that I wasnt feeling well, and wouldnt be in to
work that day.  As I hung up the phone, I felt his arm go around me, and
pull me to him.  He started fucking me again, on our sides, and then soon
had me over onto my stomach.  He was using me as his fuck toy this time,
and I let him do it.  He fucked me over and over and over, many times
thru the day, and in all the rooms of my house as well.  We were in the
kitchen at one point, when he lifted me off the floor, and put me on the
counter, and slid inside of me.  I held him close, while he fucked me.
That night, before he left to go to work, he made love to me. Not just
sex this time, but made love to me.  He cried, and I wiped the tears from
his face, as he entered me.
Sweet and soft was the love making that last time.
He walked out of my house, and into my heart that night, but I never saw
him again.
My wife came home a few days later, and asked what I had done to get
sleep.  I told her "I went to the desert, and looked at the stars."
Now my ex-wife/best friend really knows the truth. And tells me she
wishes I could have found him again.

Tell me what you think of this one. Its a true story about something that
happened in the Mid 90s.
Contact me at: Nefersdaddy@aol.com"   all emails will be answered!
Hope this got you off, like the memories get me off all the time!