Date: Tue, 18 Oct 2005 08:01:54 -0700 (PDT)
From: Wooflix <wooflix@yahoo.com>
Subject: Officer Ken - part five

Note: Usual disclaimers apply. Don't read this if you
are underage, object to gay sex or gays in general.
This is a work of fiction, but I sure wouldn't mind
dating a cop!

Officer Ken -- Part Five

Evening in an amusement park is my favorite part of a
visit, with the smells of funnel cakes, screams from
the rides, and all the pretty lights. It just seems
like a suspension of reality.

Ken and I finally ended up cuddling next to another
couple near the mock Eiffel Tower, awaiting the
inevitable fireworks to end a splendid day of fun and
excitement. I couldn't think of anything more romantic
at the moment that to be snuggled into Kens strong
arms, leaning against his chest while he held me close
and made me giggle with his neck nuzzling. His deep
voiced chuckle made all seem right with the world.

Suddenly, the familiar pop-pop sounds caused the crowd
to shift their eyes skyward, and make the traditional
"ooh" and  "ahh" sounds that just seem to be so
international when it comes to watching the colorful
explosions of light against a star filled sky.

The fireworks didn't last too long, so after they were
over, the public address system indicated that the
event was over, and thanked the visitors for another
exciting day at the park, and wished us all good
night. It was particularly appropriate that they would
play a Donna Summer standard -- "Last Dance" as we
worked our way towards the park exit, hand in hand, my
head leaning on Ken's shoulder, treasuring this day.

We got back to the truck, and Ken took my hand, and
kissed it. "Paul, this has been one of the most
wonderful days of my life -- thank you for sharing it
with me!"

"Ken, I feel the same way -- my heart is singing...but I
want to talk about this ring you put on my finger. We
hardly know each other -- you want to explain this?"

Ken explained to me that he noticed that I had a
bookshelf full of teddy bears that I've collected over
time. "I needed to express my feelings to you somehow,
for what you did earlier in the week. So I went on a
hunt, and found the ring on Ebay. I didn't spend a lot
of money, so if you think it's tacky, you don't have
to wear it."

"Ken, it's lovely, and so very sweet -- like you. I
adore it, but when you said `Be Mine -- that is what I
wanted to discuss. What did you mean? We hardly know
each other!" Paul stroked Ken's arm and squeezed his
hand, hoping to express physically what he was
struggling to say.

Ken smiled a wicked grin, and said, "I have something
to tell you, and I hope it's not a deal breaker."
Paul's imagination immediately ran wild with horrible
guesses at would could be so awful.

"Paul, you a college football fan, right? " I nodded
my head. "Well, I did go to college, but I bet you
just figured I went to University of Maryland.  I
didn't go to Maryland."

"Well, where did you go, " I replied. I was certainly
puzzled at the turn of the conversation. "Well, you
aren't gonna like this, but I got my Criminal Justice
degree down south. I guess that explains one reason I
find you attractive, since you still retain that
southern accent."

"Okay, so do I have to guess, or are you going to tell
me?" I replied.

Ken smirked, and then said, "Well, how about I just
say this -- "ROLL TIDE!"

Oh. My. God.  He knew I went to school at Tennessee,
and that for fans of my school, the most heated and
hated rival was Alabama.

"Ken, please tell me you are kidding me."

"Nope. I actually went to school on a football
scholarship. I wasn't a starter, but I am a former
player for the Crimson Tide. I know this probably
doesn't make you very happy, but there it is -- I
wanted to get away from Maryland for a while when it
was time for college, and Alabama gave me a chance to
get away.  I didn't figure out I was gay until I was
in college, though. You know how much they like gays
down south, so I was able to keep it to myself until I
got out of there. Still doing a good job keeping it
quiet, until the last six months."

I didn't really know what to say. I really was having
some mixed feelings about this, as one of the
important things in my life has been cheering for
Tennessee, and I never even dreamed that I would meet
a hot man from "the enemy." I knew of couples back
home that were mixed that way - Alabama wives and
Auburn husbands, for example, who wouldn't talk to
each other the week of the big game.  Growing up down
south, college football is almost like a religion.
What would my family say if I brought home a Bama
graduate?

"Ken, let me digest that for a while, and we'll talk
about it later, ok?"  Ken was visibly upset, and
pulled me closer to him. "Paul, you are making me so
happy, I'll never bring it up again if you don't want
me to, okay?" He took my hand and kissed it, and
snuggled me beside him on the truck bench seat the
rest of the way home.

Ken escorted me up to my apartment, and again he took
me in his arms and melted me with his powerful hold
and kisses. Slowly, I could feel his big cock starting
to rise in his shorts, and our kissing became more
passionate. We moved towards my bedroom, where we
would be more comfortable.

Slowly, Ken gently moved me towards the bed, and began
undressing me. First my shoes, then my tee shirt
landed on the floor. He caressed my smooth skin with
his muscular hands, kissing and gliding his tongue
across my nipples, making them instantly hard as he
held my arms above my head. He has a wicked look in
his eyes, as he was stronger than I was, but knew that
I was going to surrender to his attentions.  He
quickly pulled off his tight tee shirt, and I marveled
with lust and wonder at his powerfully built
pectorals, swirled with a thick, dense forest of black
fur.  He allowed me to put my arms around his powerful
back as he pulled me too him aggressively -- this man
knew what he wanted!

Slowly, Ken leaned me back across my bed, and
undressed me with his eyes and hands, and after
dispatching my shorts and boxers to the floor; he
stood in front of me and seductively dropped his own
pants. There was nothing left to hide physically, and
what a handsome stud. I was almost in pain - my cock
was erect and leaking precum from admiring his
physique! I would have estimated his cock was about 7-
8 inches long, and really thick and cut. To me, length
is not as important as girth. The amount of hair on
his chest only increased as my eyes traveled south,
while he stood there in all his erect glory.

With a genuinely sexy smile, he launched onto the bed,
like a wild man. He held me with his powerful arms,
his biceps flexing as he started licking me from my
neck, across my chest, sucking and chewing my nipples
until they were hard and pointed, all the way down to
my crotch. He gave me a wicked wink, and slid his
mouth over my dick, and took it all the way down into
his throat, and made a hungry sound like a growl as he
began pumping my cock with his mouth, while he reached
up and pulled my nipples, driving me wild. He worked
my dick until I couldn't hold back any more, and I
shot three hard shots into his mouth while he sucked
it down his throat.

With a low sexual growl, he again ascended towards my
face, a strong sexy look in his eye with a bit of
mischief dancing on his face.

He tenderly grabbed my head, and kissed me, and I
could faintly taste my seed on his lips. He pulled me
close to his chest, so I could nurse his nipple
lustily, like a hungry pup.
He reached around and began to play with my ass,
running his fingers back and forth across my crack to
get a good sample of my man scent that he could savor
as I worked his chest.  I managed to roll him over
onto his back (well, he let me.) I started rubbing my
goatee along his chest, and moved south to his
towering male pillar. I nuzzled his cock with my face,
and moved to lick at his good-sized nuts, about the
size of lemons.

I could feel his massive meat drooling cock juice
while he moaned in ecstasy, urging me on. I continued
my sexual assault with my tongue, digging deeper in
his crotch towards his hairy hole, sliding my tongue
lightly into the edge of his musky ass.

Suddenly, he sat up and grabbed me, giving me a huge
kiss, holding me so close that I could barely breathe.
"Okay, that's all for now, you can play later, I need
to take care of this" as he waved his big dick in the
air. This time, he said, "get on all fours, baby -- you
need what I got for you!"

I bared my hole to him, and he wasted no time in
diving into my ass, spreading my cheeks with his
powerful hands. His tongue deliberately dove deeper
and deeper, with copious amounts of his saliva being
applied to my ass for his pleasure.
Ken then reached for the little play packet I have
assembled for sexual pleasure, and grabbed both a
condom and the bottle of lube. As he applied lube to
his cock, rolled the condom on and toyed with my wet
eager hole, he said "you know, there is something I
remember about playing Tennessee that might make you
hot. There was a crowd cheer whenever we were beating
a team, and I bet you know it..." I knew exactly which
one he meant, being as our schools are old rivals.
"Rammer Jammer?" I said with a raised eyebrow and a
smirk?

He nodded with a very saucy wink and smirk.

"Yeah baby..." He slid his big cop dick slowly into my
waiting ass, gently yet firmly as deep as it would go,
almost taking my breath away. "Hey Paul...hey paul..." He
pulled almost all the way out then rammed his cock
back into my ass deeper, "I'm gonna fuck the HELL
outta you -- rammer jammer yellow hammer give em hell
Alabama!" He started fucking me harder, repeating this
chant while he plunged faster, pulling on my nipples
while he indeed was fucking the hell out of my willing
ass while I moaned in heat. Finally, he stopped, and
let out a low, growling moan that increased in volume
as he shot his load up my ass, and I joined him in
shooting a second load all over my own chest.

After we finished shooting, we looked deeply into each
other's eyes, and knew we had started something very
special. He pulled out and after dispatching the
condom; he crawled up next to me and licked my chest
clean, kissing me sweetly after he was done.

It had been such a wonderful day, and I was so
delighted to have the man of my dreams in my bed,
ready to escort me to dreamland. He wrapped me in his
massive arms and snuggled me into his embrace, with
his bearded face near my ear, so he could whisper into
my ear all the things every man wants to hear as he
drifts off into the safety of sleep.


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