Date: Thu, 19 Jun 2008 16:33:00 EDT From: Cubnblue@aol.com Subject: Uncle Wade and Me The Four of Us Part 2 T.W. Warren cubnblue@aol.com This story involves sex between four males; including a father and son. If this type of story offends you or you are under the age of consent, or If it is illegal to read this type of material where you live, please select another story to read. Lastly, while some of this series is true, some parts are fictionalized mainly because I couldn't remember every detail and obviously conversations that went on when I was not around I write what I imagined was said or happened. The names of people and places have been changed to protect those involved. The Four of Us Part 2 Amazingly we settled into being together, the fours of us, very easily. Weather it was the common bond of the job or something else, I can?t say for sure. From the start we all had this let it flow? attitude. Although there were 3 bedrooms, the sleeping arrangements generally changed with our work schedules. Wade and Bill were on days, Brian and I on nights. We had every 3rd weekend off together. Most people ask or think that we have sex a lot. The imagine things of porn movies. Four hot cops fucking their brains out all the time. Let me put that to rest now. We did fuck, but it wasn?t everyday, hell it wasn?t every week? still isn?t. I was concentrating on getting everything down, and I have to say that if Brian had not been my Training Officer, it would have been a lot harder. I knew he wouldn?t let me screw up. We worked a lot of OT to cover shifts due to an officer shortage. When we were on duty it was pretty much by the books. We didn?t discuss home life. My street training came to an end 6 months after it started, and I was on my own. I was a bit apprehensive but ready. At home Wade had come up with an idea to remodel the house, under the guise that we all needed our own space, if not anything but appearances, and he was dying to get a home theater system. So about a year after Brian moved in with us he moved again into his own room. All it really changed was that there was space that was each our own. In the beginning, inevitably one of was always sleeping with another either due to shifts or guest coming to town. These days we pretty much are on our own most of the time. We each have developed sleeping habits like Wade?s snoring or Bill needing 75% of the bed to sleep comfortably that make it a necessity to sleep apart. It is hard to believe that this all started in 1987. Over the years we have changed a lot. We all have gotten older, I?m definitely not the slim young man that I was then. Our bodies aren?t the only things that have changed. Wade retired about 10 years ago, just after Bill had made the move to the state police. Brian was promoted to Lieutenant about 7 years ago, and I Sergeant. I took over marksmanship training for the department from Brian. While I use a lot of his teaching methods, his prone method is not one of them. Other than that, it is pretty much work, farm chores, and working on my Mustang. Wade took up woodworking years ago, and I think since retirement he has made it his mission to rebuild every piece of furniture in our house. You would probably think our lives are pretty mundane, at least the four of us together anyways. Separately, I?m sure there is a story or two to tell. You know every woman and queer has a thing for a man in uniform, and the offers are endless. My first experience with this phenomenon that I let go further than it really should have started out on a pretty lazy day, that I really had no intentions of giving anyone a ticket. An out of state car sped past me as I was running radar on secluded highway. I had been hoping for a little relaxation with little work to do, and had been rewarded, then. Not a single car had passed me in 3 hours. And some jerk just sped past me 75 in a 55. I peeled out from my hiding spot and caught up with him in seconds, reached down between the seats and flipped the switch on the console, lighting up the bar on my roof. For good measure, I chirped my siren once. I still love doing that. I stepped out of my cruiser and approached the driver side of the vehicle. ?Excuse me sir, could you please step out of your car and walk back to the front of my cruiser?" I said. As the young man complied with my request I said "Thank you sir. ". He seemed a little nervous so I looked him up and down and said "Now for your safety and mine is it ok if I pat you down?" The kid almost whispered "Yes sir." I eased the tone in my voice slightly and said "Thank you, please turn around and place both hands on the hood of my cruiser." The kid turns around and places each hand on my patrol car. I then placed my left hand in the middle of his shoulders and began to pat him down. As I continued my pat down I ask "I'm not going to find any weapons, needles or anything that might poke me on you , am I?" He answers "No Sir, Officer." I continues checking the young mans waist band. As I pat the young mans front my hands briefly encounter a large hard object in the front of his pants. My first thought was that the kid had a gun hidden in his pants. I pushed him forward on to the hood of the car, grabs his left hand and then his right and slamming my double hinged cuffs onto the his wrist. The kid protested in shock "Officer, what did I do?" I answered "It's not what you did boy, it's what I think you have. For my safety I am going to search you." "I don't have anything, Sir" he again professes. I stands him upright and starts to search his pockets. Finding nothing he could attribute the hard object to I grab the front of his pants and shakes hoping to shake the item loose to no avail. Finally I unzip the young mans pants and reaches in to feel for the object. I found and grasp it with my right hand only to realize what it was. The poor kid I had in custody had a boner so hard he could have hammered nails. I don?t know what came over me, but I couldn?t help myself. "Boy, what's got you so turned on? Do Cop's turn you on?" I ask. The kid stutters out a "Yes Sir". I look back at him and says "You little pervert. What are you some kind of faggot?" Ron adamantly responds "No Sir, I I?m not that at all Sir." I?m positive I had an evil grin on my face. "Then what are you?? I asked. I?m not sure, Sir? he muttered. ?Well queer boy, get on your knees" I said as I pushed him to his knees. As the young man knelt before me, hands still in cuffs cock still hard and bobbing in the air, I unzipped and reached into my own fly and pulled my cut prick out. "Well queer boy, maybe you want to find out? I stroked my cock in front of him. You want to suck my cock boy?" I barked at the young man in front of me. The kid without being prodded leaned forward and took my pole into his mouth and began to bob up and down on it. I began to fuck his mouth, shoving my prick deep into his throat. He gags trying to take the meat. "That?s a good fag. Eat that cop cock." I said trying to not laugh at the words that came out of my mouth. The kid was good every time he went down my shaft it got harder and thicker. "You like that cop dick, boy?" I asked, as if I didn't know. His answer, although muffled was an obvious "Yes". Just as I was getting close a bright light shown in the boys face as another car pulled in behind the my patrol car. I looked back but kept feeding him my meat. I felt a pat on my back and heard What you got going on here?? "Hey Sergeant, I got a hot mouth that?s hot for cop dick, you should give it a try." Bill laughed and said "I'm more interested in your ass, partner." Bill moved behind me and hugged me from behind, our mouths met and we kissed. Even as Bill began to grind his crotch into me, the kid continued to suck my dick like his life depended on it. Bill then moved to the front and stated matter of factly "But I will take care of that ass when we get home. Right now though a good blow job would be nice." He pulled out his own thick pole and as he and I embraced, the kid came off my cock. "You better show me some attention too buddy." Bill said as he smiled down at the young man, who enthusiastically began to alternate between both our cocks. He tried to take them both at one time. I looked down at him noticed that he had already shot his own load and was still hard. I then moaned aloud "I can't take too much more of this buddy, you going to get a mouthful in a second here" Bill agreed "I?m right behind ya sport." He went to town on my pole knowing that he was about to get his reward. I tensed up and slammed my cock into his throat, spraying it with my thick juice and moaned "Oh Fuck!" The guy was cleaning me off as Bill who was jacking his cock feverishly said to him "You want my load, son?" He answered by pulling off me and moving to Bills prick. Bill grabbed his head with both hands and pistoned his cock in three times and began shouting "God Damn". He pushed in one last time and holding his head tight into his crotch Bill shot cream into the boy. ?Whew, that was damn hot pal.? I said to the kid who was still on his knees. He smiled back at me with a smile that I can only describe as a very proud smile We cleaned ourselves up and straitened our uniforms. I pulled the guy up to his feet and Bill undid his cuffs. "Since you were so helpful to two officers in need, I think we will tear up this ticket I was writing you, unless that is, you have a problem with that." I said. "No Sir" he replied, "I have no problem with it at all. Thank you Sir." He said still smiling. "Alright then, we have an understanding. Get in your car and get out of here, and remember to slow down." Bill stated with authority. He got in his car and started it back up. As he drove away Bill leaned over, kissed me and said ?Pal, I don?t think you have anything to worry about with that one, and I ain?t going to say I didn?t enjoy it to, but you gotta be careful.? I smiled at him and said ?Is that my sergeant saying that, or my partner, saying that?? For just a quick second I honestly think he turned red and then said All of the above wise ass?. Slapped me on the ass and said Now get back to work and write some tickets before it?s time to go home.?