Okay, finally, here we go! This is the seventh installment of Joe, The Man, a sequel to Dan, The Man. Sorry it took so long to get out. Before we get started, I'd like to thank a few people. First of all, Dave, for inspiring me to write about a Russian cop. I'd also like to thank some people from the first posting of this series like Kris, Michael, and last but not least Neuman. And I'd also like to thank some new readers too like Dan, Matt, James, and last but not least, Sean.

The rights of this series belongs to solely to the author. No unauthorized reproduction is allowed. If you are under 18 (or 21 in some areas), please do not read on. And if you do not like reading about gay college guys learning about love, then what the hell are you doing reading the gay archives?

And now...

Joe, The Man, Part VII
"Yo, Pass That Joint.....man...."
By Joey E

I woke up with this feeling I was alone in bed. I could feel it, without even opening my eyes. I no longer felt the warmth and strength that I felt all night. I opened my eyes and looked over at the empty space in my single bottom bunk bed. Where was Matt? I got a little worried as I heard the door opening.

"You're up?" he said, walking towards me, seeing me sitting up in bed.

"Yeah, just woke up," I said, smiling, glad he wasn't gone.

He walked over to the bed, I opened the sheet and blanket to him for him to slide in bed next to me. He had his boxers on, which I was glad he did for my roommate's sake. But before he slid back in, he stripped them and grinned at me as he slid them down.

"What time is it?" I asked him, as he slid in next to me.

"About 10," He said, taking me in his arms and kissing me lightly on the neck.

"Damn, I was hoping to sleep later than that," I said, kissing him back on the cheek.

"You will, bud, you will," He said, hugging me, getting comfortable in the bed (which I'm sure was hard to do for him).

Soon enough, I drifted off to sleep again, feeling safe and secure in my man's arms.

"Joe?" I heard a low voice barely say in my ear.

I moved and opened my eyes. I smiled immediately when I saw Matt in front of me.

"It's noon. I gotta get going soon," he said.

"Aw. Can't we stay like this all day?" I asked, smiling.

"Don't I wish," he said, grinning.

"Yeah, I know. I got shit to do also, today."

I sat up, breaking his hold on me. He did the same. We kissed sweetly on the lips.

"Well, should we get up?" I asked.

"I thought you already were," he said, grabbing on to my hard cock.

I blushed for some reason. "Oh, yeah, uh...."

He just smiled at me. He lifted the covers off of us, exposing our bodies to the cold air. I took one look at him, and was completely turned on. I grabbed his cock gently, and began to stroke it. He moaned quietly.

"Ah, yeah, Joe," he said, softly.

"You like it?" I asked him, looking into his eyes.

"Yeah bud..."

I continued to stroke it while I lowered myself. His hand found the back of my head and gently pushed my head down closer. I knew what he wanted. I wanted it to. I climbed down between his legs, running my hands over his smooth, toned chest. It felt so hot and sensual. He ran his hands over my smooth chest as well, looking at me.

I licked his cock once with my tongue, making him gasp. I had him. I smiled up at him.

"Do you want it?"

"Yeah, bro."

I just chuckled and started playing with his balls, slowly rubbing them. I licked the tip of his seven inch cock. It seemed to twitch and become even bigger. Matt lifted his body up a little, as to aid me in reaching his cock. I slowly took it in my mouth, just sucking on the tip of it. I slid my tongue around the tip of it.

"Aw, yeah, Joe. Come on, bud. Suck it..."

I slowly slipped the whole thing in my mouth, making him moan loudly. I was having a good time, to say the least. He seemed to be enjoying it himself. I started increasing my speed as my mouth moved up and down on his cock as my hands played with his low hanging balls.

Time must've flew by because he was soon at his climax.

"Aw, Joe...fuck...man....you're gonna make me cum, bud!" he said, getting louder. His hips seemed to move to match my movements. I could tell he was getting close. I let his cock out of my mouth, and his hand took over the movements. I watched intently as his whole body shook.

"Aw, babe, I'm gonna shoot!" he cried, lifting his ass of the bed as he began to shoot all over. Five shots came out, soaking his neck and chest, and finally, his stomach. Sweat beaded from his forehead, as his breathing slowly returned back to normal.

I started jerking myself off when he started to shoot without even knowing it. I was dripping precum, which I don't do very often. He motioned for me to get on his chest and feed him my cock in his mouth.

I climbed on top of him, and started to fuck his mouth. His mouth felt so good around my cock, so warm and hot. I knew I wouldn't be able to hold off much longer. His hands somehow found my balls, as he gently rubbed them, which sent me over the edge.

"Damn, Matt...fuck man. I'm gonna shoot soon," I warned him.

He kept sucking fiercely, not letting off. I tried to pull out of his mouth, but he stopped me with his hand on my ass, telling me to stay in it. I felt that point of no return, and I moaned and shot my load in his mouth. He took all of it, not missing a drop.

I slowly returned to the real world, lowering myself on to his chest, sitting on the load he just shot. I really didn't care at that point though. I opened my eyes and looked down at his face. He was licking his lips, grinning.

"Not bad, bud," he said.

I moved down so I could be with him at head-level and kissed him passionately, tasting my own load in his mouth.

"Yeah, not bad at all," I said lying on top of him.

He put his arms around me and embraced me. By now, though, the mess was getting to me. I got up and found a towel to clean the mess up the best I could. I knew I was going to have to wash my sheets today.

He got up after me. "You want to shower?" I asked him.

We both hopped in the shower for a quick rinse and all too soon, it was over.

"I had a great time last night and this morning, Joe," He said, putting his boxers on.

"Yeah, I did too," I said.

We were dressed in no time. I looked up at Kevin's bed. I hadn't even thought that he might have been in bed asleep. Luckily, he wasn't.

"So, what are you doing today?" he asked, as we walked out into the living room.

"Ah, I got shit to do. Writing a score for my film class' final project. Got some work to do, and I have to wash my sheets," I said, grinning.

"Yeah, I would do that, if I were you," he said, laughing.

"What are you doing today?" I asked.

"Well, I gotta go to the rec center, but other than that, I don't know yet. I'll call you when I get back from the gym," he said, getting up off the couch.

I smiled and followed him. "Sounds good to me."

He left soon after that, but after we had kissed for about a minute in the stairway.

It had been a long time since I felt these good feelings. And it felt good. I was falling in love. I knew it. I looked at the clock. 2PM. Shit!! I got a move on and did various things and it was soon 7PM before I knew it.

I came out of my room, satisfied with my composition on the Mac, and found Kevin sitting on the couch watching TV.

"Hey, man," He said.

"Hey Kev. Didn't you come home last night?"

"Oh, yeah, but I had to be somewhere at 9AM this morning."

"Oh, okay. Just curious," I said smiling.

"You looked pretty content sleeping with Matt," he said smiling.

"Yeah, I was," I said.

"That's good. Wanna smoke?"

"Nah, that's okay. You wanna go get something to eat?" I asked.


We agreed on going to Wawa for some reason that night. (Wawa is a convenience store that is open 24 hours that has a deli where you can order sandwiches, subs, whatever).

I was there ordering my hoagie, when a Boro cop came in. That was a usual thing for them to come in and order a coffee or something. I didn't see the face at first, but was impressed with the body (and the uniform).

"Stop staring, you homo," Kev said, laughing softly.

"Shut up," I said, playfully punching him in the shoulder.

Then I realized who it was. It was his smile that gave it away. It was Dave, the one who pulled me over for speeding the other week. I wondered if he would remember me. I ordered my hoagie and tried to look for him again, but I could see him from where I was standing.

"Well, if it isn't the Speed Demon himself," I heard a voice say from behind me.

I turned around and there he was. "Hey, what's up?" I asked, trying to remain cool and collected.

Kevin looked at me, shaking his head like I was hopeless.

"Not much, man. You watching your speed?"

"Yeah, he is, but that doesn't mean he's not speeding," Kev chimed in.

"Oh?" Dave asked, still smiling.

I blushed and wished Kevin would shut the hell up.

"Oh, yeah, you should see him, man!"

"I have already," Dave said.

I just found the whole thing quite unbelievable. I finally broke in the conversation.

"Yeah, he pulled me over the other week," I said to Kev. "You on duty tonight?"

I couldn't believe I was actually having a conversation with a cop, let alone a hot one at that. He was 6', 175 lbs, brown hair, blue green eyes. His uniform still fit him like a glove.

"Yeah, I am. So watch your speed," he said.

"Well, I'll try," I said, smiling at him.

"Good, I'll see you around," he said, turning around to leave.

Damn, that was weird, I thought to myself.

Kev hit me in the shoulder and said, "Damn, Joe. Don't stare!"

I said softly, "Why not?!"

He just grabbed his sandwich and went to the register. I did the same.

We went back to the apartment and ate and watched something on TV. By that time, Paul and Justin were also in the apartment. Sean looked excited for some reason.

"DUDE!" Sean yelled when I came in.

"What?" I asked.

"Guess what my bro left me?" he asked.

"I don't know..." I said, not having clue that his bro left anyone anything.

"Money! He had a will, it turns out, my parents just found it this weekend."


"He also indicated in the will that he wanted me to buy the car I always want with it," he said, smiling. I hadn't seen him this happy in a long time.

"A Mustang?" I asked, grinning. I knew Sean always wanted a Mustang.


"Cool," I said, laughing. "Bro, that is so awesome! When are you going to get it?"

"I wish now! But probably next month. It's not like I really need a car on campus right now and besides, I'm not allowed to have one on campus anyway."

Stupid campus rules. Freshmen were not allowed to have cars on campus.

"Wow, that blows," I said. "Well, maybe I can work my magic and get you a resident student parking hang tag."

"Really?" Sean asked.

"Yeah, man!"

"So, that was some pretty wild sex I heard this morning," Justin said out of the blue, looking at me.

I blushed.

"You get laid again?" Kev asked. "There better not be any cum on my sheets."

"Oh, don't worry," I said quickly. "Nothing got on your sheets. However, you might want to look on the wall next to your bed."

"Ew," he said, frowning. I smiled.

"So, what are you guys up to tonight?" I asked them.

"Well, Sean and I were going to hang out at his place tonight," Paul said.

"I sort of figured that," I said.

"And I'm doing something with the frat," Kev said.

"Getting drunk?"

"You know it!" he yelled, getting up and going out to the patio to smoke.

"I'm goin' out with some friends from home," Justin said. "What about you?"

"I'm not sure yet," I said. "I talked to Matt today, but unfortunately, he has crap to do with his frat, too."

"Well, Joe, you're welcome to come with us," Paul said.

"Oh no, I don't want to go hang out and watch two love birds making out while I'm sitting there twiddling thumbs."

"Thanks," Sean said.

I smiled at him. "Well, I gotta get a new stylus for my turntable, since some asshole broke it," I said, directing it at Kevin, who bent and broke it by accident earlier today.

"Hey, I told you I was sorry!" Kev yelled.

"Yeah, how sorry are you? Sorry enough to pay 30 bucks for it?" I asked.

"I told you I would split it!"

"Good," I said, laughing. The phone started ringing.

"Hello," Paul said, after picking up the receiver.

"Joe, it's for you," he said, handing me the phone.


"Hey, Joe, it's me Jay!"

"Hey Jay, what's up?" I said, hopefully not sounding too excited.

"Well, I'm calling because I've got nothing to do, and am bored out of my mind," he said.

"Well, thanks a lot!" I said, sarcastically.

"Oh, I didn't mean to sound that way. But it's the truth. So, what are you doing tonight?"

"Actually, I was trying to decide that myself. Nothing, at the moment, what did you have in mind?" I asked.

"Well, I was thinking we could go to a movie or rent a video or something."

"Oh, yeah! That new Bond movie just came out, I wanted to go see that," I said.

"Cool. Well, then let's do that!"

We worked out the details, found out when and where it was playing, and I was over at his dorm in no time. I picked him up and we were on our way. We made some conversation on the way there. He told me his biggest news that he had a girlfriend. And he asked me how my boyfriend was doing. I updated him, leaving out some detail I didn't think he would want to know.

We got to the theatre and ordered our tickets. Split the cost of popcorn. We sat through the movie, which I thought was very entertaining. Jay felt the same way.

"So, where do you want to go now?" I asked, as we got into my Camry.

"Well, uh, you know what I really could go for?" he asked, with a twinkle in his eye.

"What? Gay sex?" I kidded as I started the engine.

He laughed. "Nah, something better."

"I can't think of anything better...."

"Ah, shut up," he said as he playfully punched me in the arm. "I could really use a good joint."


"A good joint! You ever do pot?"

"Yeah, but not in a while," I answered, as I pulled on to the highway.

"You know where you can get some?" he asked.

"You really are serious, aren't you?"

"Hell yeah!"

I thought about it for a while as we rode in silence.

"All right, yeah, I know where I can get some. I have to call up an old friend, but I'm pretty sure I can get my hands on some," I said, not knowing what I was really doing.

We got back to campus. I called up my friend and he said, sure. Come on over. We were over there in a flash, he handed us two joints, which I quickly stuffed into my cigarette box. I thanked the guy, and left.

"Are you sure you want to do this?" I asked the cute freshman.

"Yeah, I'm sure, man. I'm suffering from withdraw!" he shouted, laughing.

"Oh, my," I said, laughing.

"Where do you want to do this?" he asked.

"Wherever we're not gonna get caught," I said.

I thought of the places I knew on-campus and came up with the ideal spot. I won't go into detail explaining it. We lit up the joint, and chilled out for a while, sharing it.

"Joe....uh....why are you looking at me like that?"

I hadn't even noticed I was staring at Jason. I was, though, admiring his perfect figure, the way his jeans fit his ass perfectly, his blonde hair, gently waving in the night breeze. I took another hit, and I was done. I knew I was done. It had gotten brighter and louder, and I became paranoid at every little sound I heard.

"Are you done yet, man?" I asked, my mind in a cloud.

"Oh, yeah, man. I wish we had some chicks here. I always get fuckin' horny when I'm high," he said, starting to walk back.

I chuckled. "You can keep 'em man. I'll just take my Matt."

We both were hungry, so instead of walking to the apartment, we both walked to Wawa instead. I was really fucked up in the head at this point.

"You ever try to play the piano stoned?" he asked.

"Yeah, I was trying to compose a piece at the time," I said, remembering. "I thought it was awesome, but when I looked at the next morning, I was like, What the Fuck did I just write?"

We were at the Wawa sooner than I had expected. We got our grub and drinks and headed back. On the way back, though, we had someone following us in a car. It turned out to be a cop car.

"Fuck!!" Jay yelled. "A cop is trailing us!"

"So?" I asked.

"So, you and I both reek of pot, man. He'll smell it on us."

The cop pulled into a parking lot that we normally cut through to go back. I led Jason around it this time, keeping my eyes on where the cop was going. Please, I thought to myself, please leave us alone.

But unfortunately, he got out of the car and called us over. It took a second for me to focus on his face. I could see his white teeth. The fucker was smiling at us.

"Hello, Joe," he said.

I was relieved for a moment when I realized it was Dave, the cop that I saw earlier that night.

"Hi, Dave," I said, trying to sound as coherent as I could.

"Would you mind coming over here?" he asked. "Both of you?"

We both headed over, ready to surrender. "What are you two boys up to this evening?"

"We were just at Wawa, picking up some grub," Jay answered, confidently holding up his bag of food.

"Yeah," I said, agreeing with him.

"Ah, I see. Well, I am just making a stop here at the bar, making sure everything's going okay," He said, closing his door to his patrol car. Damn he looked fine.

"Cool," I answered him. "Jay, this is Dave, a cop. Dave this is my friend Jay."

They both shook hands. Dave inhaled slightly, and I knew he smelled the pot on us. He gave me a look of surprise.

"Boys, I know what you've been doing. I want you to go back to your room," He said to Jason. "Joe, stay behind with me."

I was scared. What was going to happen now. The smile was gone from his face, as it was from mine. I looked at Jason.

"You're gonna be okay getting back?" I asked him.

"Yeah, man. I'll be fine. Call me tomorrow," He said, running away.

"Well, Joseph, I can smell it on you, man. I'm not going to even ask what you were doing."

I hung my head in shame. I couldn't even look at this gorgeous hunk of man in front of me. I was so ashamed and so afraid.

Suddenly, I felt his hand on my chin, lifting it up. I looked into his eyes, quite surprised.

"Don't worry, it'll be between you and me. I could lose my job for doing what I'm doing right now. But you're a nice kid, man. I don't want to screw up your life," he said, looking into my eyes.

I just kept on staring into his blue-green eyes. I let out a small sigh. I felt week at the knees. I couldn't stop myself from staring.

"Joe? Joe. I'm letting you go, okay?" he asked, letting go of my chin.

"Uh, yeah, thanks, man. You're a life saver, man. Thanks so much!"

"This time only," he said, with an edge to his voice. I shot a look at him.

"Okay, thanks. Hey, when do you get off your shift?" I asked him, not sure what I was even doing.

"Soon, why?"

"Stop by the apartment, and we'll have a beer together," I said. I could've slapped myself on the face for what I just said.

Dave looked up, thinking, and he returned his gaze towards me. The smile was back on his face. "I could use a beer actually. Where do you live?"

I gave him my address and he said he would be there in a half an hour. I smiled back at him, and shook his hand, feeling electricity flow through the grip. I smiled wider, and he did too.

"See you there," he said, getting back into his car.

"Hey Kev," I yelled as I walked up the apartment stairs. I didn't know if he was even in the apartment or not.

"Yeah, dork?" he said, appearing at the door way at the top of the stairs.

"You need the room for anything for the next few hours?" I asked, being the courteous roommate that I was.

"Ah, no," he said, smiling. "Why? You getting laid?"

"Well, I don't know yet. I don't know."

"Well who is it? Is it Matt?"

I stepped in the doorway that he was sort of half blocking. I saw Justin sitting on the couch. "Well, uh no, it isn't," I said.

"Uh oh, Joe, I don't want to hear this, man," Kev said, holding his hand up to stop me.

"Well, just stick around for the next half hour, man. You'll see," I said. I didn't want to come right out and tell him. I wanted to see his reaction when he saw this cop come up the steps.

"Ah, okay," he said, sitting back down. "I might be around."

"What? Are you getting laid again," Justin asked.

"I don't know, man," I said, sitting down on the chair adjacent to the couch. "I have no clue," I said.

"Something smells like pot," Kev said, sniffing the air.

"Yeah, it's me," I said.

He had this shocked and hurt look on his face. "And you didn't invite me?" he screamed.

I laughed. "Damn, man, don't shout!"

There was no question about it. I was fucked up! Well for one thing, I was fucked up because I was even considering that this copper could be gay and want me. I was fucked up again because I had done pot tonight. And I was fucked up because I knew I had a boyfriend and shouldn't be putting myself into this type of situation to begin with.

The time flew by fast, aided by a good movie on TV that they were watching. All too soon, there was a knock at the door. I had a feeling it was Dave. But I was too lazy to get up at the moment.

"Yo, faggot," I said to Kevin. "Answer the door."

"Talk about the pot calling the kettle black," he mumbled, getting up and going down the stairs.

Kev went down and looked through the peep hole of the door. He was shocked to see a uniformed cop standing outside the door. He opened the door immediately.

"Can I help you?" he asked, in his most adult manner possible (and for Kevin, that's a stretch).

"Sure can. I'm looking for a Joe ...(last name). Is he here?"

"Oh, yeah, he's here. Come on up, if you want," he said, opening the door wider for him to come in. Dave smiled at Kev and walked by and both of them came up the steps.

"Yo Joe! The police are hear to see you," he said, as he was coming up the steps. "What did you do now?"

"Shut up the fuck up," I said.

I got up and smiled. I looked down at Justin, who had this shocked confused look on his face, like what-the-fuck?

"Don't worry about it," I said, softly as the cute officer appeared in the doorway.

"Hey Dave," I said, walking over and extending my hand to him. Again, I felt electricity pass through our hands as we shook hands. I looked him right in the eye, which were deeply focused on mine. He was still in his uniform, minus the gun and

night stick.

"Hello, Joe. So, this is your pad?"

"Yes, this is it," I answered, looking around the room wondering what he thought of it.

"Oh, yeah, and these two guys are my roommates," I said, pointing out Kev and Justin. "This one is Kev," I said, pointing to Kevin. They shook hands.

"And this is Justin" They shook hands as well.

"And this is my friend, Dave Russell," I said, introducing my man in uniform to the guys.

They both looked at me like I was crazy. Kev already was giving me that we'll-talk-later look.

"Feel free to sit down, man," I said, motioning him to sit down on the couch. "I'll go get that beer I promised you. Is Bud Ice all right?"

"Yeah, sure," He said, his eyes following me into the kitchen where I went to get the two beers.

"Cool," I said, closing the fridge door. I walked back over and handed him one. He was still smiling at me, and had this twinkle in his eye. For a man in uniform, he seemed pretty normal, if not a bit weird and well...gay!

"So, Joe, how often do you do that shit, man?" He asked, shortly after we cracked both bottles open.

"Uh, well," I stumbled. "Not too often, only once in a great while," I said, still feeling the effects of it.

Dave shook his, but kept on smiling. "You shouldn't do that, Joe."

"I know, and I want to thank you for saving me and Jason."

"Yeah, I could've lost my job for that, man. I'm glad you appreciate it."

"I do, man, I do."

"Well, what are you up to tonight?" Dave asked. I couldn't believe I was actually having a conversation like this with a cop in uniform sitting in my living room.

"Uh....I had no plans except to get stoned," I said, nervously laughing. Dave grinned bigger.

"Cool. Well, mind if I hang out here for a while?" he asked. "I trust you have more beer and I could use some after that night I had."

I was happy to spend more time with this cop. "Sure, anything you want, man."

"Say?" he asked, looking over at Justin. "Is everybody over 21 in this apartment?"

Justin wasn't. "Uh," he started to say. "....uh...well..."

"Hey, it's cool man. I'm off-duty now, and you aren't drinkin' any, so technically there's nothing wrong from a boro cop's point of view."

I liked this guy the more and more he talked.

"So, Dave? How old are you?" I asked, wondering that for quite some time now. He looked no older than I was, which was 23.

"I am 26," he said, winking at me. I wish he wouldn't do that, it throws me off guard.

"26? Damn, I swear you look no older than 23," I said.

"Yes, I am 26."

Just then, Justin got up and left the room. Kev went to his room. We were alone. I looked the cop up and down as I let my eyes take in the beauty that sat next to me on my couch. His eyes met mine, as he too was looking at my body. I knew I had

him, but I still wasn't sure what he wanted.

"So, uh, Dave, what made you uh stop me on the street?" I asked, then taking a sip from my Bud Ice.

Dave took a swig and swallowed before he responded. "Well, Joe, I might as well be honest with you. I don't make it a habit of mine to stop over at some college student's apartment for a beer after a shift," he explained.

"Yeah, I figured that one," I said. "So, what made it different?"

"Well, I'm taking a big risk, telling you the reason. But I'm a big risk taker, and usually my instincts about other people are right."

"Yeah?" I asked , sitting up more.

"Well, you made it different," he said.

"I?" I asked.


I just sat there a little at a loss for words. "Damn, Dave. Are you saying what I think your saying?" I asked, letting a grin creep across my face.

He grinned even bigger, showing his perfectly straight teeth.

"You're the hottest kid I have ever seen, Joe," Dave said.

I sighed a breath of relief, and as soon I did that, he did too. I blushed. I smiled at him and then turned way.

He moved closer to me. "You are, man, you are," Dave said, looking deep into my eyes.

I remember that I had a boyfriend at that moment. But, still, there was this awfully cute copper who just told me I was the hottest guy he had ever seen. What was I to do? Funny thing, the only thing that came to my mind when I asked that question quickly was Dan would know what to do.

"Dave, uh," I started to say. "Uh, I have a boyfriend."

Dave looked somewhat disappointed, but didn't seem to be defeated. God, he looked hot in that uniform. He looked at me.

"I knew I should've expected that. Well, uh, I have a boyfriend, too. But then, why the hell did you invite me over to your apartment?"

"Good question," I said not knowing the reason myself. "Why the hell did you accept my invitation if you already have a boyfriend?"

"Don't really know, man. But, I think it had to do something with you." he said, taking another swig of his beer.

"I guess we're both kinda of fucked up."

Dave laughed. "Well, one of us is fucked up in more than one way, if you know what I mean."

There was an awkward silence after we stopped laughing and both of us took another drink from our beers. Dave looked at me intently. I blushed and turned away.

"So, uh, tell me Joe...." he started to say. I looked back up at him.

"Does this turn you on?" He asked, pointing to his uniform.

All I could do is smile and stare at his badge on his chest. "I guess so," he said, moving even closer to me. "Do you want me to stop?"

I shook my head no, knowing that I was going to suffer for this later. He moved closer until our legs touched together. I inhaled sharply. I still was looking into his eyes, when his hand touched my shoulder and pulled me into him. I couldn't believe this was happening. I saw his muscles bulging out of his short sleeve shirt. His arms were smooth, a nice bonus.

I looked up at his face again, and saw it coming towards me slowly. I closed my eyes and leaned in for a kiss. His arms were around me in no time as we kissed. Something in my head was screaming Stop, Stop Stop!! But then our mouths opened up. His tongue invaded mine, and I was in it now whether I liked it or not.

We heard Kev coming out of his room. I pulled away instinctively and pushed Dave away from me. Kev looked embarrassed and ashamed that he walked into something. Dave drew away from me too.

"Well, I'm out of here, you two behave. Remember Joe, he has a real gun," Kev said, smiling at us walking out the door.

I blushed, and looked back Dave, still cute in his god damn uniform.

"Uh," I started to say.

"Well, that was interesting," Dave said, coming closer to me again.

"Dave, I think we better talk...."

"Really?" Dave asked me, smiling. Damn he looked hot. His blue uniform pants, his button down shirt, his short brown hair, this man was a real cop! He put his hand on my leg, rubbing it gently, looking intently into my eyes.

"Go, ahead, touch me, Joe. I know you want to, man. I can see it in your eyes," he said in a low, sexy voice.

I did want to touch him. That was true. Why couldn't I be single?

I reached out and touched his forearm, where his flesh was showing (because of the short sleeve shirt he had on). His arm had a thin soft coat of brown hair on it, which felt very nice. I heard him exhale softly. I started and couldn't stop. I pulled him closer to me, and wrapped my arms around him, putting my hand on the back of his head. I pulled him in for another kiss, closing my eyes right before we made contact. I darted

my tongue in his mouth this time, and he sucked on it. His hands were now roaming over my back, and our legs were intertwined, his left leg between mine and my left leg between his.

"Fuck man," I said, after we released the kiss.

"Damn, Joe. You can kiss!" He said.

"I was just about to say the same thing to you, man," I said, grinning.

He then took control and pushed me down on my back on to the couch. He then got on top of me, and we kissed again, this time our bodies pushing into one another. I felt his hardness on my thighs, basically because 5'4" and 6' men do not line up exactly. I'm sure he felt my cock pressing up against his stomach, as we grinded harder into one another.

He then took my ear lobe and gently sucked on it, licking his way down to my neck and sucking hard on it. I knew what he was trying to do, and to tell you the truth, I didn't care. I let him suck on my neck as long as he wanted, as my hands roamed the back of his body, down to his nice muscular ass.

I untucked his shirt, putting my hands down the back of his pants, and felt his ass, my flesh touching his. I still couldnt' believe what I was doing. He then released me, got up off me, and started pulling at my t-shirt. I gently raised my self a little so he could pull it off of me. I then reached up to his shirt unbuttoning the uniform, revealing his undershirt, and slid that off him as well.

He had a light coat of hair in the middle of his chest, the rest of it being smooth. He had a happy trail leading down to where eventually I wanted to get. I looked at his face, his eyes staring at my chest. His hands felt my smooth, toned chest as he leaned back down to kiss it. He kissed and licked his way down from my neck to my chest. He gently licked my nipple, causing me to jump a little.

"You like that?"

"Dave, I think you could do anything to me, and I'd like it," I said, softly.

He chuckled and went back, licking the other nipple. I sighed in pleasure. This was hot, man. Looking down, and seeing this bare chested cop in his uniform pants, licking my chest. My dick felt like it was going to burst through my jeans any second. It was almost down right uncomfortable.

He continued his way down to my six-pack stomach. His hands were feeling my chest as he moved down. I ran my hand through his hair. He unbuttoned my jeans, pulled down my fly, and pulled them down about halfway to my knees.

"Nice boxers," he said, chuckling. I looked down and saw my cock poking out of the fly stiff as a board.

"Oh," I said, laughing nervously. "Guess I'm a little excited."

"Yeah, I can see that."

Dave gently took my shoes off, and pulled my pants off the rest of the way. I sat up then and pushed him down on the couch. I couldn't help myself, and started right for the pants. I unbuckled his belt with some minor trouble (I hate belts), and

unbuttoned his pants and pulled them down. From the bulge in his boxers, I saw he was big. About 7.5" I would say, and thick.

There was this cop in my living room. My living room. With his uniform on the floor next to him, and he was only in his boxers. I couldn't believe.

"Joe, believe it babe," he said, as if he could read my mind. "I'm all yours tonight, man. All yours."

I sort of jumped on top of him, throwing myself at him, our bare chests on top of one another, and kissed him passionately. I felt his hands roam on my back, down to my ass going inside the boxers.

"Man, Joe, you have a nice ass, man," he said.

"I know," I smartly replied, giggling.

"Oh? Well, maybe I'll just have to see how nice it really is!" He said.

I looked in his eyes and stopped every motion. "Uh, maybe someday."

He just smiled and understood.

I gradually licked my way down to his chest, feeling his muscular pecs with my hands, and running my tongue over his nipples. His hair was soft, softer than any chest hair that I've felt before. He was very toned, not overly, but toned. Not as big as Matt. I licked my way down his six-pack, and finally got to his waist band of his boxers. I gently rubbed his cock through the boxers, and saw a wet spot forming where the tip

of his dick was. I gently lowered my head and licked the wet spot, tasting his precum. I gently rubbed his balls through the boxers as I slowly pulled his cock out of the fly.

"Oh, Joe," he moaned, as I started to slowly stroke it. I leaned down more and started to lick the head of it with my tongue. I kept on licking, as his body started to shake a little from the pleasure. I knew he would ask for it very soon. But I kept licking, making sure I didn't take it in my mouth.

"Aw, fuck! Man, please, take it in your mouth. Suck it, man," he moaned. I had him. For some reason, it was fun toying around with a cop. All men have their weak points. I had found his. :)

I gently took the tip of his cock into my mouth, sucking on it slightly, still licking the head. I tasted some more precum, and slid more of it into my mouth. Damn, it was thicker than I thought it would be. I felt his hand on the back of my head, trying to give me a hint to go down more. But I stayed there, licking and moving up and down slowly. "Joe, com' on man!"

I needed no more encouragement. I slid my mouth down the shaft all the way until his pubes were ticking my nose. He moaned, not expecting me to do that. To be perfectly honest, I was amazed I could take it all in myself.

"Aw, damn, Joe..."

I moved my mouth up and down on his hot cock, slowly, and gently massaged his balls with my right hand. I started to increase the pace, slightly, and I could feel his hips moving to meet my mouth's movements. I decided to get a little adventurous. I kept on stroking his cock with my hand and licked his balls lightly, sucking on them. I then continued licking my way down, and finally, down to his ass. I had only done this

one before in my life, and that was with Dan in the shower. I had the urge to do this now though. Never before have I ever had the urge.

I licked his ass, teasing it, and then finally stuck my tongue in the hole. All the while, Dave was above me, moaning and twitching from pleasure. I couldn't believe how much pleasure he was getting form this. I get off on getting other people off, so it was a major turn on for me. I could believe how clean it seemed either. It smelled like soap, actually. Once it was nice and wet down there, I sucked on my finger and slowly stuck it in, as I moved back up to suck on his cock. Surprisingly, my finger slid in smoothly.

"Aw, Joe, dude....that feels good..."

Damn, I'm finger-fucking a cop! I thought to myself. MAN! I'm a lucky guy!

I suddenly got the urge to fuck him as well. I deep throated his cock several times, and I knew he was close. Every time I felt that he was almost there I would back off.

After the third time I did that, he said, "You bastard! Aw, man, I was so close!"

"I know. But I don't want you to cum yet. I want to fuck you man," I said, kissing him on the lips.

"Oh yeah? You want my hot cop ass?"

"Oh, yeah, man. Ever since day one," I said.

"You got condoms?"

"Oh yeah," I said, kissing him on the chest.


"Yes," I said, getting up, breaking his hold on me.

I went to my bedroom, and got the supplies. I walked back into the living room, and saw this hot Russian cop on my couch, stroking his cock slowly, looking directly at me. He was hot!

I quickly went back to the couch, opened the bottle of KY and smeared a glob on my two fingers. I gently coated his ass with some lube and inserted my two fingers. It was a tight fit, but Dave didn't seem to be in pain.

"That feel all right?" I asked him.

"Oh yeah," he said, sighing. He opened up the condom I had brought out and handed it to me.

"I'm ready, man. Give me that cock."

I laughed softly. "Okay," I said. I slipped on the condom on to my six incher and put lube on the it as well. Dave stayed on his back, and I climbed on the couch. I found his hole, and began to penetrate it slowly with my the head of my rod.

It was tight. Nice and tight. I looked deep into his eyes as I slipped it in further.

"That okay?" I asked him.

"Yeah," he said, huskily.

I leaned down, pushing my cock further into him and finally kissed him when it was all the way in.

"Joe, ah, man, aw...that feels so good," he said, as I slowly began to thrust in and out. He started breathing louder. I must've hit his prostate on the third thrust because he let out a moan and shuttered.

"Oh, man, fuck me, come on," he said.

"Yeah? You like my hot cock in your police ass?"

"Aw, yeah, man," he said.

He was louder than anyone else that I've fucked. He was really loving it. And it turned me on to no end. His tight ass felt so good around my cock. I looked into his eyes the whole time.

"Fuck Joe, fuck me harder," he yelled.

I sped up the pace and increased the strength of the thrusts as my balls began to bang against his ass.

"Aw, yeah, man," I moaned.

"Yeah, come on, Joe. Fuck this cop," he said, making me pound him even harder.

I was close.

"Aw Joe, man, I'm gonna fuckin' shoot my load," he said. I looked down, he wasn't even stroking on his cock. Suddenly, he let out a scream, and semen just started flying out of his cock. I kept fucking him, as I saw a shot of cum go flying over his head. He just kept shooting and shooting about five or six big spurts, splashing on his face, on his neck, his chest, and finally his stomach.

I was really fuckin' turned on by this point. I took my cock out of his ass, pulled the condom off and started stroking myself over him.

"Aw, Joe, yeah, man. Come on, shoot it on my chest man," he said, watching.

"Dave, I'm gonna cum," I said, as I felt the pressure building up.

The first shot flew out and went over his head as well. I kept stroking my cock, as the second landed on his face. All too soon, it was over. I just gently collapsed on top of him, mixing our two loads together rubbing them in our chests. I kissed him


"Aw man," he said, smiling. "That was incredible."

"I'd say it was," I answered back.

We laid there, me on top of him for about five minutes. Finally, it was getting uncomfortable with that gooey stuff between us.

"Do you want to take a shower?" I asked him.

"Actually, yeah," he said, giggling. I got up and helped him up. I directed him to bathroom as I went into my room to get a towel. And by the time I got there, he had turned on the water already.

I kissed him on the lips.

"Water's perfect," he said, opening the shower curtain more. "Hop in!"

I did, and true to his word, it was. He came in after me, and we both took turns washing each other. It was very tender. Finally we hopped out and dried ourselves off. "Oh shit!! Man, we made mess on the couch," I said, remembering the loads we just shot.

Dave laughed. "We also left our clothes on the floor there. I hope nobody came in!"

I laughed along with him. We went back out to the room and no one was there. We each got ourselves dressed again. Him in his hot uniform, and mine in my typical college boy looking outfit.

"I had a great time tonight, Joe," he said, taking me in his arms, while we were both still standing.

"I did too, Dave," I said, honestly meaning it.

"Maybe we can do it again sometime?" he asked.

"I don't know, man. I should've have done it to begin with."

"But you did, and it was hot! I know I shouldn't have taken advantage of you that way, but I just had to have you," he explained.

"Hey, I have no regrets here, so far. What Matt doesn't know, won't kill him."

"That's a terrible thing to say. But I know what you mean," he said, buttoning his shirt.

"Well, we'll have to hang out again sometime, regardless if we ever have sex again," I said, genuinely meaning it.

"Yeah, man. And not somewhere on the streets of this town either," He said grinning at me.

I laughed.

Just then, there was a knock at the door. "Shit, who could that be?" I said. I turned on the stairwell lights and walked down the steps towards the door. I opened the door to find the last person I wanted to see at the moment.

"Joe!" he said, smiling.

"Matt! What are you doing here?" I asked, smiling back.

"Well, I'm just a little drunk right now, dude," he said, walking past me through the door.

"I think I can see that," I said. "Weren't you supposed to do something with your frat tonight?"

"Yeah, man. It was over though, and the party was beat. So, I thought I'd drop by and see what you were doing."

I closed the door behind him. And led him upstairs, knowing Dave would still be there.

He gave Dave this look when he saw him.

"Dave, I'd like you to meet my boyfriend, Matt," I said. "Matt, this is my friend, Dave."

They both shook hands, smiling at one another. Dave seemed to be impressed at Matt's size.

Matt shot me a look I couldn't quite figure out. He sat down on the couch that we were just fucking on, and I looked at Dave.

"Well, I was just leaving," he said, taking his keys out of his pocket. "Call me, Joe," he said.

"I will," I said, as I walked him out the door.

I took a deep breath and headed back upstairs.

There he was, my man, sitting on the couch, looking up at me.

"Is he a cop?"

"No he just wears the uniform for kicks," I said, laughing. "Yeah, he is a town cop."

"A cute one at that," Matt said, smiling.

"Yeah, you don't have to tell me that," I said, sitting down next to him. Just then I realized, as I looked down next to me, that I hadn't cleaned up the cum off the couch yet. I gasped. I tried to cover it up, but I didn't want to sit in it. There were paper towels on the coffee table, but I couldn't get to them discreetly enough. So, I just sat, almost on top of the mess, trying to block his view of it.

"He's off limit's Joe!"

"How do you know that? After all he is a friend of mine," I said, trying not to be obvious, covering up the cum.

"He's a cop man!"

"I know, a man in uniform," I said. It was beginning to be unbearable already. I can't lie to him.

Matt looked at me for a long time. He was actually studying me.

I had to take a piss, so I got up and went to the bathroom. I was also feeling very uncomfortable being with Matt in the same place I was with Dave ten minutes ago, screwing around. I did my business and went back to the living room. His green eyes were glaring at me, seeing right through my lie.

"Joe, you fucked him, didn't you," he said, in a low controlled voice.

"What?" I asked, surprised at his bluntness.

"You heard me," he said, looking hurt. He was a smart guy, and he probably put two and two together to get four.

"What are you talking about?"

"Joe, come on man!! You're both wet when I came in, there are fuckin' cum stains on the fuckin' couch, and you've got a fuckin' hickey on your fuckin' neck! I'm not a dumb jock, you know!" he said, getting angry.

I just stopped and stared at him. I couldn't say a word.

He kept staring into my eyes, looking hurt.

"Why? Why did you do it, Joe? Wasn't I good enough for you?"

"Matt, just shut up okay? It's my own damn fault. I didn't mean to hurt you. I tried to stop him, honestly, I did..."

"Did he take advantage of you?" he asked, sitting up straight.


"You fuckin' cheated on me, man!" he shouted, getting up.

I looked up at him, thinking this can't be happening.

"I don't have anything else to say except I'm sorry, man. I'm so sorry. I didn't want you to find out. He was a cop, hitting on me, and I couldn't resist," I said, getting up as well.

Just then Paul and Sean came in.

"What's going on?" Sean asked, looking at both of us, feeling the tension between us.

"Don't ask," Matt said, quickly, turning away from him. He focused his eyes back on me.

"Matt, I'm sorry. Please. Don't go away mad," I said, softly to him.

He laughed sarcastically. "You hear that guys? He wants me to forgive him and not go away mad!" His face turned to seriousness again.

"WELL FUCK YOU JOE! Have your fuckin' cop! I don't care!" he screamed, as he started walking to the door.

Boy I really fucked up things now, I thought to myself.

"Matt! Wait!" I screamed after he started walking down the steps.

"You know what the sad thing is Joe? I fell in love with you man. I fuckin' love you, dude. I never felt like this about anyone else before. And now, I can't even trust you!"

I followed him down the steps.

"Matt. Please. Don't go."

"I have to, Joe. Before I do something that I will regret for the rest of my life," he said, with a freaky look in his eye.

All of sudden, he yelled, "FUCK!" and punched the wall. I was sure he was going to knock the building down. All he did was cause his knuckles to bleed. But that punch was enough to scare me to back away and let him be.

He looked at me after looking at his knuckles and tears were running down his face.

"I gotta go.." he said, opening the door, and without looking back, walked out and left me standing in the stairway, feeling like I wanted to die.

Well, that's the unhappy ending for now of Joe, The Man. But don't worry, there's more to come. Stay tuned. As usual, please send comments to SNJBoy76@aol.com