Date: Wed, 17 Aug 2011 05:25:00 -0400
From: Caden M. <acrossthehall69@gmail.com>
Subject: My P.O. is a Hottie!: Prologue

My P.O. is a Hottie!
by Charles M. Roberts
Copyright 2011
acrossthehall69@gmail.com

NOTICE: If your under 18 DON'T read this, if this topic matter doesn't
interest you DON'T read this.....

PROLOGUE:

	I was a troubled kid always getting into fights when I was in
Middle school and High school. I always felt like I had something to prove,
to my self and others. By the time I was eighteen I had been trouble with
the law and nearly beat a guy up in a fit of rage one night and was
arrested. I plead out to get probation for five year, but hell it was
better then going to jail. An that's where my story starts on my first day
visiting my Parole Officer.

	Let me give you a little more background on me. My name is Caden,
I'm six and a half feet tall, with a runners build, jet black hair and
light sky blue eyes. My family life has been like a combination of a soap
opera and made for TV movie. My mother and birth father, whom I've never
met, broke up while my mother was still pregnant with me, she ran off with
her Lamaze instructor also know as Rick my step-father. I never knew my
father, not even his name. When my Mom ran off she changed her name before
I was born and would always ignore me or change the topic when I asked
about my birth father. That's the funny thing she wouldn't tell me about my
real dad but never hid the fact the Rick was my Step-father.

	I loved Rick to death he was like a real dad to me, never treating
me like I wasn't his or anything. Yet, for some reason mom always had to
remind me that Rick was not my birth father. When I was thirteen Mom and
Rick split up. She ran off with her Aerobics Instructor, guess she had a
thing for guys who wanna teach her something, but the worse part is she
left me behind with Rick, since when I was three he adopted me and legally
he was my father. Not that I minded or anything, cause I loved Rich with
all my heart and he was always so kind to me, but Rick changed after Mom
left. I guess its cause I looked so much like her. She was six feet tall
herself with Raven black hair and blue eyes, she could have any man she
wanted in a heart beat and well I guess she did.

	Once Mom was gone Rick began to drink heavily, he was no longer the
loving, caring man I grew up with he also became violent towards me, and
would hit me and yell at me for no good reason. I guess that's why I had
become to violent myself in school.

	At the age of fifteen I figured out I was gay and was very open
about it which I think only made matters worse at home and in school. An
now at the age of eighteen I'm on a five year parole.

	But I digress back to the main story, It was ten AM when I had to
be at my P.O.'s office, on my paperwork it said his name was Detective John
Richardson. I thought to myself.

	 "Great, it's going to be some hundred year old, asshole who's
gonna be stricter then strict with me."

	I walked into his office and was shocked to see this young guy
behind the desk.

	"Detective Richardson?" I asked the person quite meekly.

	" Ah, Caden right on time, good to see you can make it here on
time, it's a good sign." standing up to shake my hand as I entered and sat
down.

	He was dressed in very nicely in a gray suit, with a white
button-up and a dark red tie. It framed his board shoulders very nicely. I
could tell from looking at him he was build very well. He had the most
amazing Hazel eyes and short dirty blond hair. He stood only about five
feet nine inches tell so I kinda towered over him, but god was he
gorgeous. I guess if I have to be on parole for the next five years better
to have a hunk as a P.O., least that way I will always wanna go see him.

	"Yeah, I had to take 3 buses to get here but I made it with about 5
minuets to spare Detective Richardson." I said laughing.

	"Please call me John, we are going to be seeing a lot of each other
over the next five years so better to be like friends then P.O. And
Parolee. Now I went over your file and from what I can see this isn't the
first time you let your temper get the better of you. From what I read you
had quite a bit of a temper back in school and was involved in fights
often?"

	Oh God he's got my school records he must think I'm some sorta or
murderer in the making or something, the thoughts were racing through my
head so fast, but I snapped out of it when he asked me.

	"Now there has to be a story behind this? An I would like to hear
it, I mean I can only get part of the story from the file but I want to
hear in your own words what lead you here today."

	Was he kidding me, he actually wanted to hear my side of the
story. He is being so sweet to me, I mean hes hot and kind, if he's gay I'm
buying a ring. A ring, that's it I look at his hands and there it is, a
wedding band. "Fuck!" I say under my breath but I guess he heard me cause
he looked at me inquisitively.

	"I mean fuck, I didn't think anyone would really wanna hear my side
of things, I mean no one ever does, they just take one look at me and read
my file and think I'm some sort of hooligan."

	"Well Caden, I'm not like that not everyone is as black and white
as there file now tell me your story."

	I spent the rest of our meeting giving him a brief overview of my
life and why I was the was I am. By the end of it I was in tearing,
blubbering like a little baby in his office. He just, without saying a
word, walked over to my chair and put his arms around me, hugging me and
said. "Wow, you have had a rough life there kiddo."

	Kiddo? Did he just call me Kiddo? I haven't been called that since
I was little before Rick went all Alchy on me. I don't know why but I just
fell my to knees in tears and held onto John like he was a life preserver
and I was stuck in the middle of the ocean. That's when u felt
it. Something hard against my chest. Holy shit, he was hard. An from the
feel of it against me he was fucking hung like a horse. This immediately
made me stop crying.

	He must have noticed booth my crying stop and the fact that he was
hard against me cause he quickly moved away from and and sat back in his
chair behind his desk.

	"Well, Kiddo. Looks like our time is up. Here's my card with all my
info, and here's a card of a Anger management center. Though personally I
suggest you also get into some counseling cause I think in the long run
that's what u need more then that." I just sat there eyes still a bit
teary, still trying to process the fact that I just felt my P.O. hard cock
against me.

	"Now for the first few months I would like to see you once a
week. Then in say about six month we can go down to once to twice a
month. Now if you feel like your getting out of control call me, both my
office and work cell numbers are on the card and I always carry my mobile
with me."

	I got up from my chair and started to leave his office. Just as I
was about to walk out of it I looked back at him and said, "Thanks
Detec....." , I caught myself. "Thanks John!"

	The first few months went by really fast, me and John actually
became good friends, sometime I would call him just to chat, he told me I
had to keep those conversation on the down low cause if his superiors get
wind of it he would get in big trouble.

	Slowly but surely he also opened up to me about himself, I found
out his was only twenty eight, he came from a broken home like me. He was
married to his high school sweetheart, but had no kids.


	He joined the Police force when he turned 18, was the first in his
class at the Academy, and he quickly rose through the ranks and became a
Detective by age twenty six, but a year ago he was involved in a shooting
in which he was shot in his head and almost died. After his recovery he
realized he had numbness in his finger and could no longer wiled a firearm,
so he decided to become a P.O. In hopes to help people from becoming repeat
offenders.

	He did admit to me that I was the only Parolee that he was this
close and open with, which of course made me feel even more special then he
had already made me feel.

	Even after six months we keep having weekly meetings just to shoot
the shit. He even started to call me sometimes when he had a bad day or his
wife was being a nag. We never hung out, outside of the meetings though. He
said that would be crossing to many boundaries. An we stuck to that rule
until about the ninth month of my Parole.

	It was about 3 in the morning when my cell rang and woke me out of
a dead sleep, and from the ring tone I could tell it was John. I was
worried, why would he be calling at this time of morning, something must be
wrong.

	"John, Hello? Whats wrong?"

	He was crying I could barley make out when he was saying. He was
also slurring his speech, from the sounds of it he was half in the bag.

	"She... She.... with my ex-partner. After eleven years together how
could she!" he was getting more and more upset.

	"John where are you, I'm coming to get you."

	I guess he was to drunk and upset to care about the rules. Cause he
told me which bar he was at and I left in my pj's and went and picked him
up. He cried all the way back to my place not saying anything to me but,
"How could she!?" over and over.

	I carried him up the stair and put on a pot of coffee for the two
of us, to help sober him up and to help keep me awake.

	Once he was a more coherent he told me exactly what happen. He said
that every Wednesday, which was yesterday, his wife would say she was
having a girls night out. He would normally stay home and catch up on paper
work from the office, go to bed and when he would wake up in the morning
she would be back. This week paperwork was light cause of his ten Parolees
three finished there Parole and 2 others broke there probation and were
back in jail. So he deiced to go see if any of his cop buddies were around
to maybe have a few drinks. The first place he went was to his ex-partner
Tom's house. But when he go there he saw his wife's car in the
driveway. Now Tom's wife was one of his wife's friends so he thought maybe
she was just there having a few starter drinks before the girls went out.

	As he approached the house he her laughter coming from the
backyard, so being he and Tom were such good friends he just walked around
back to surprise them. Once he was back there he saw something he could
never un-see.

	There was his wife buck naked on her knees sucking on his best
friend, his ex-partner Toms cock. He said he was so shocked he didn't even
let them know he had caught them, he just left and drove off to a
bar. Wasn't till he was shit faced he called his wife and confronted
her. He said she denied the whole thing, even though he told her he saw
them and what she was doing.

	He said she finally confessed saying he hadn't pleased her in years
and she loved to suck cock and his was just to big to do anything with. An
that she was in love with Tom and they were going to both get divorces so
they could be together, and fuck like rabbits.

	That's when he called me.

	I didn't know what to say to John, I just held him in my arms, like
he had for me the first time we had met, and he finally passed out from
mental exhaustion in my arms.

	"Now what?" I thought to my self. Do I move? But that could walk
him up and hes resting so soundly. So I just kinda repositioned myself on
the couch and slipped off into slumber.

	I awoke about an hour latter, somehow we had moved ourselves on the
couch. We were actually spooning with me holding him and him cradled
against me. I also awoke hard as a rock. I panicked for a moment thinking
that this might just ruin the friendship that he and I had, if he were to
wake up and feel my hard cock pressed against his ass. Which by the way was
firm yet large he had a major bubble butt on him. Before I could even move
to try and get my member away from him he started to back up and grind his
ass slightly against my cock.

	Shit, did he wake up, is he trying to figure out what the hard
thing against his ass is? But then he did something completely unexpected
and began to moan ever so softly, and he kinda whispered my name. "Mmmm,
Caden."

	I was shocked as shit, he's the person who just caught his wife
with another man, laying with me, hell spooning with me on my couch after
getting shit faced at a bar, rubbing his ass against my hard cock, while
moaning out my name. Was this really happening? Was he still asleep? I had
to know so I very softly said. "John?"

	He flung his head around like he was a stand in for Linda Blair on
the set of the Exorcist . "Caden! Oh my God, I'm so sorry! I was, I mean
..." he couldn't find the words.

	He sat up and started crying again. And again I just pulled him
into my arms.

	"John it's okay, you weren't hurting me or anything, actually it
was feeling really good."

	"But, Caden I'm your P.O. and I'm married. This is wrong I should
go." he began to get up off the couch but he was still not steady on his
feet.

	"John your in no condition to leave, besides your car is still at
the bar clear across town its five in the morning. Please sit back down."
he just stopped at my door.

	"Please just let me leave, let me leave before I do something I
might regret."

	I walk up behind him and put my hand on his shoulder he shutters at
my touch. "Like what John?"

	He didn't answer me he just spun around and kissed me square on the
lips. I melted into his embrace. Both rough with animalistic lust and soft
with affection. We began to paw at each other ripping off pieces of
clothing from the other not saying a word. I thought maybe I was dreaming
and any moment I would wake up and we would still be passed out on the
couch., but in this moment I didn't care my sexy Parolee officer, no, my
sexy friend was kissing me pawing at my like a horny teenager trying feel
every inch of my body with is manly hands, and I wanted him to.

	I stopped him for a moment and looked into his eyes and asked, "Are
you sure?"

	"Caden I have wanted to kiss you, feel you, hold you since the
first day we met in my office. But I am a faithful man, or I was before my
whore of a wife did what she did. Now, now I just want to so all the things
I've dreamed and fantasized about for the past nine months. Please let me,
please be with me." Tears were once again welling up in his eye.

	I just kissed him on the forehead and lead him off to my
bedroom....


Hope you guy liked part one, part two is in the work but its 5 AM and I
must sleep.... trust me its gunna heat up in part two

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