Date: Sat, 9 Nov 2002 09:12:34 -0600
From: Mark Reid <mreid14@cox.net>
Subject: The Adventures of Pete Cordell, Interstate Interlude, Part 3

Part Three

Will:
     At this point I took over the conversation. "Ben and I met 7 years
ago, when he started work at the Montgomery County Sheriff's department. I
had been there for two years, starting right after finishing up my Criminal
Justice degree at the University of Alabama-Montgomery."
     "It was a Monday morning when I saw this big beefy stud walk into the
watch room. As the meeting started, the watch commander introduced Ben,
stating that he had just finished his degree at the University of Alabama -
Birmingham. As Ben stood up and introduced himself, I didn't pay any
attention to anything he said. I was transfixed. He was a god! Short black
hair, startlingly blue eyes and full, kissable lips. Even though he was
young (I believe he was about my age, 24 at the time) he had a full
moustache. I could see black hair peeking out of the top of the t-shirt he
wore under his uniform shirt, and black hair covered his forearms. And that
body! The uniform strained to cover that big chest, and I thought the seams
of his pants would burst from those tree-trunk sized thighs. As I looked at
his crotch, I realized that it wasn't only his thighs that threatened to
break out. He had a full pouch that looked like a grapefruit was in there!
As I looked back up, his eyes caught mine, and I caught a look of
recognition. Damn! I thought. Could this stud like man-meat? At that point,
I returned to reality to realize that the meeting was breaking up. Ben was
partnered with one of the old-timers, to show him the ropes. "I'd love to
show him some ropes of my own," I thought. As I got into the patrol car
with my partner, Sandy, he grinned at me and said, "I see that stud sure
captured your attention."  I blushed and nodded.
     Sandy continued, "He sure looks like he would be a lot of fun in the
sack."
     At this point, I should explain. Sandy and I went way back. We were
fuck-buddies in high school, and he joined the force a year before I
did. Even though he was married and had a daughter, we still swung on each
other's poles from time to time. His given name was Ralph, but he had been
called Sandy for as long as I've known him. I think the name came from his
hair: from the head down, he was covered with sandy blond hair. He and I
had both sprouted hair at about the same time, and his chest, legs and butt
were now covered with a thick mat of it.
     "Yeah," I replied. "I've got to get to know this one. Nothing
personal, but he's the hottest man I've ever seen."
     "No offense taken. I agree." With that, we pulled out of the precinct
and started making our rounds.
     Late that afternoon, we returned to the precinct, and I went to the
locker room to shower and change. Ben was in there. He had already showered
and changed into his civilian clothes. We started engaging in light
conversation as I removed my clothes. When I slipped my boxers off, he
gasped, "Damn!"
     I grinned at him. "Yeah, I know. I get it all the time."
     "Just how big is that thing?" he asked.
     "The last time I measured, it was 11" hard."
     "My God!" Then he blushed. "Sorry. I didn't mean to look."
     "Don't worry about it," I said. "We're guys. We always check each
other out."  Grabbing my towel and wrapping it around my waist, I asked,"
Have you got any plans for dinner?"
     "Not really. I was just going to get my stuff organized at home. Why?"
     "Well, if you'll hang around while I shower and change, we can grab a
bite to eat."
     "That'd be great," he said. With that, I headed off for the shower,
trying to figure out how to keep from getting hard from thinking about him.
     Forty-five minutes later, we were seated at what passes for a good
restaurant in Montgomery. As we were waiting for our food, I asked him what
brought him to Montgomery. He told me that he had been born here, but that
his parents had moved away when he was four. Most of the rest of his family
was still here, however. When he told me some of their names, I recognized
several. He told me that in his second year of college, his parents had
been killed in a car wreck, killed by a drunk driver. That caused him to
change his plans, and he switched majors to Criminal Justice, vowing to
keep other people safe from such drunk drivers. I saw his eyes tearing up,
and I reached over and laid my hand on his. "Are you all right?" I asked.
     "Yeah, I think so. It just comes back and hits me every once in a
while," he said, smiling a small grin at me. He continued with his
story. Since most of his family, including his grandparents, still lived
here, he thought it would be a good place to start his adult life.
     After the food arrived, I had to ask, "Forgive me, but how the hell
did you get those muscles?"  He grinned. "Well, it's part genetics, but
mostly hard work. I started lifting in my freshman year in college as a way
to relieve stress. I've continued ever since. I even have my own
equipment. I had to get a two-bedroom apartment so that I'd have a room for
my gym. Why? Do you work out?"
     Now, I have a good, but not great body. I tend toward long and lanky,
so I told him
    "No. I've always wanted to, but I've never known where to start."
     "Well, if you're interested, I can show you the ropes. Why don't you
come over on Friday night, and we can work out and I'll cook dinner. I'm a
better cook than this place. What do you say?"
     I agreed. We finished dinner, and I drove him back to the precinct to
pick up his car.  I went home and made an early night of it. As I lay in
bed, my dick got hard in anticipation of Friday night. I started stroking
it, imagining all of the things that I'd like to do to this hot stud. I
finally shot a huge load over my chest and stomach. I scooped up the cum
and licked it off my hand. I always did this. It keeps me from having to
wash my sheets as often. I then dropped off to sleep.
     I thought Friday night would never get here, but ultimately it did. I
followed Ben to his apartment, one of the new luxury apartments that seemed
to be popping up all over Montgomery. As I walked into his apartment, I
looked around. It was just what I would expect from someone just out of
college. An old, shabby but comfortable sofa was flanked by two old beat-up
end tables. The opposite wall was taken up with a stereo cabinet, filled
with stereo equipment and a large TV. He asked me if I wanted a drink. I
said yes, and he disappeared into what I assumed was a kitchen. He returned
moments later with two beers. He grinned and said, "Now, we can only have
one right now. I want to work out before dinner. I've taken the steaks out
to thaw." Sitting next to me, his leg touched mine as we talked and drank
our beers. After we finished, he got up and said "C'mon. Let's go change,
and I'll show you my gym." Grabbing me by the hand, he pulled me up and led
me down the hall to his bedroom.
     Entering the room, my attention was immediately drawn to the king-size
waterbed. As I sat on the bed and started unlacing my shoes, he kicked off
his boat shoes and slid his t-shirt up and over his head. I gasped as I saw
his torso for the first time. "God, he's perfect," I thought. And he
was. He had a broad, powerful chest, with huge, defined pecs and six-pack
abs. And they all were covered with a light coating of black hair. His
nipples were the size of quarters. As he pulled off his shirt, I noticed
that his biceps were the size of softballs. He then lowered his slacks, and
I got my first look at his legs. The thighs were the size of tree-trunks,
and his calves were large and well defined. Like the rest of him, they were
coated with black hair. He lowered his boxers and I got to see his dick and
balls. He had a beautiful dick, about 5" soft, with foreskin covering the
head. His balls hung long and low. As he turned around and walked over to
his dresser, I saw that butt. Unlike the rest of him, it was white and
creamy, with a light scattering of black hairs all over it. He reached into
a drawer and pulled out a jock strap. As he bent over to step into it, his
cheeks parted, and I thought I saw a pink pucker winking at me. Pulling his
jock up, he turned and looked at me.
     "Is anything wrong?" he asked. I blushed deeply, knowing that my big
dick was hard as a rock just from watching him.
     "No," I replied.
     "Then get up and let's get going," he said. "Get a move on." I stood
up, and turning away from him, started removing my clothes. I was
embarrassed for two reasons. First, my body, while okay, was clearly not in
his league. I was long and lean, and while I had very little body fat, I
had nowhere near his musculature. But the main reason for my embarrassment
was my huge hard dick. I didn't want him to see the effect he had on
me. However, he wasn't buying it.
     "Turn around," he said. "I want to see what I've got to work with."
     I turned around, and he smiled with approval.
     "You've got a great body," he said. "With a little work, it'll be
ungodly." He didn't mention my dick, but I saw him stare at it as I turned
back around and removed my pants, grabbing my jock and gym shorts out of my
bag before quickly shucking my boxers down, and sliding my jock and gym
shorts up my thighs. They did little, I knew, to hide my huge erection. I
turned back to face him. A grin lit up his face.
     "Damn, you're even hairier than I am," he commented. "C'mon, let me
put you through your paces." With that, he led me into the other bedroom,
which held his gym equipment. Looking around, I noticed that, while nothing
fancy, he seemed to have most of the equipment. I saw an adjustable bench,
as well as a stand for holding barbells. There were also barbells scattered
across the room, as well as a selection of free weights. We started our
workout, him showing how each exercise was done before having me do it. I
started really enjoying it, the feel of my muscles straining to complete
the moves. My dick even went down as I concentrated on performing
everything with proper form.
     Everything went fine until I had to do bench presses. As I lay down on
the bench, he went around to my head, and straddled my face as I struggled
with the weight. I looked up, and saw up into his shorts. His over-stuffed
jock strap was apparent, and it looked as if it was growing. This
immediately caused my dick to become rock-hard, and it took all of my
concentration to finish my last four reps. When I finished, he looked down
at my hard-on clearly apparent in my gym shorts, and he grinned.
     "My turn," he said as I got up off the bench and he got on. As he
added additional weight, I noticed that he seemed to be as aroused as I
was. He slid back down between my legs, and lifted the barbell off of the
stand. As he completed his eight reps, I noticed a stain starting to appear
on the front of his shorts. After finishing, he reached up and grabbed my
crotch."There's another muscle group we need to work on now," he said. I
groaned as he pulled my gym shorts down over my thighs and leaning up,
started licking my balls through my jock.  I groaned as at he started
licking my balls through my jock.
     After a few moments, he stood up and walked around, grabbed my gym
shorts, and pulled them down over my thighs. Bending down, he then started
licking my dick through my jockstrap.  Taking my dick between his lips, he
licked up and down it through my jockstrap. I could do nothing but stand
there and moan as he pulled my jock down over my hips and my hard-on was
freed, staring him in the eye.
     "Damn, you really are 11 inches," he said as he took my foreskin into
his mouth, licking and sucking, grabbing my two big balls with his hands as
he sucked. Throwing his head back, he opened his mouth and started
swallowing my dick. The feeling as he took more and more of my dick was
intense, and when it broke through into his throat, I shuddered. After a
few more minutes, I felt my pubes rubbing against his lips. I was amazed!
Most guys simply couldn't handle my big dick. As his throat muscles started
massaging my dick, I felt my balls starting to churn. Not wanting to this
end this quickly, I pulled out and, circling around the bench, lifted him
to his feet.
     "Whoa, buddy. I don't want to cum yet." I said, and pulling him
against me, leaned forward and kissed those suck-able lips. Those lips
opened, and our tongues started sparring as we grabbed each other, pulling
at each other as if we wanted to pull each other into our bodies. It was as
if a bolt of lightning passed through my body. I had never before
experienced such a reaction to a kiss.
     As the kiss continued, I could feel his body rubbing against mine, and
that hard dick straining through the fabric of his shorts. Breaking the
kiss, I squatted down, and in a single motion, stripped the shorts and jock
from his body. His dick went "Thwap" against his stomach as it was freed. I
just stared at it for a few moments. It was one of the most beautiful dicks
I had ever seen. Long and thick, about 8" long and 6" wide, it was covered
with ropy veins that I knew would feel great passing through my asshole. He
also had beautiful pair of balls, hanging low, which were about the size of
ripe plums. His foreskin had retracted, so I shucked it up and took it in
my mouth, licking and sucking on it.
     After a few moments, I began to lightly chew on it. From his groans, I
could tell that he loved this, so I chewed harder. After a few more
moments, I opened my mouth and started the downward plunge over that
dick. With my hands, I reached up and started tugging on his eraser-sized
nipples. I have to admit, the first time his dick breached my throat, I
gagged. Pulling off, I relaxed for a second, and then tried again. This
time, I was successful, and my throat muscles massaged that cock as I
tugged on his nipples. I could feel his head swelling, so I was not
surprised when he pulled out and lifted me to my feet.
     "Let's make this last", he said, and laying me on the floor, got
beside me, with his face in my crotch, and my face in his. We started
sucking each other, trying to keep things slow, but both of us knew that
the end was coming soon. Pulling his mouth off my dick, he started licking
lower, first licking my balls, and then licking the tender flesh between
them and my butt. I returned the favor, and he jerked when my tongue
reached his tight pink hole. "God!" he cried, and his mouth covered my butt
hole. We spent what seemed like hours contentedly eating each other out.
Ultimately, we each realized that the end was near, and started sucking
again. Ben took his free hand and inserted a finger into my now loosened
and lubed butt. This sent me over the top, and as I started shooting an
immense load into his mouth and throat, I slipped a finger into his ass. He
immediately followed, and filled my mouth with six separate spurts of his
hot, sweet, nutty cum. I swallowed as much as I could, but I could feel it
running out of my mouth and down my cheek. We rested there for a while;
sucking each other's softening dicks, neither wanting to be the first to
stop. Finally, I pulled off and turning around, pulled his face off of my
dick. I saw my cum on his cheek, and I carefully licked it off, before
kissing him deeply, mixing my cum with his. He pulled off, licked his cum
off of my face, and returned to kissing me. As we basked in the afterglow,
he rolled over and stared deeply into my eyes.
     "I know that what we just did was not safe, but I don't care. I have
never experienced anything like this before, and I just had to do it.. I
get my status checked regularly, and I'm negative. You?"
     I told him that I too was negative. Then it was my turn at confession.
     "I must admit, I've had sex with a number of guys over the years, but
nothing stacks up to this. It feels like we've known each other forever,
and know exactly what the other needs and wants. I was thrilled to take
your cum in my mouth, to coat my throat and stomach with it. I want to feel
you shoot into my guts." My dick began its rise back to full-mast. Ben
removed his hand.
     "Whoa boy. We've got all night," he said. Standing up, he said, "Let's
get cleaned up and get dinner on. I don't know about you, but I've worked
up an appetite." With that, he left the room.

End of Part Three