Part 23 The two men looked at each other for a while. The Sgt.’s eyes then found their way to the crotch of the big Sheriff. He marveled at the thickness of the ever hardening man meat. The Sgt. slowly walked over to the Sheriff and sank to his knees. The took the now hard, thick meat in his hand and stroked it. He admired the hardness and thickness of it He stared at it as he slowly jerked it back and forth. Big Daddy looked down the stocky built Sgt. as he enjoyed the gentle stroking. The pre-cum drops slowly oozed out of the thick man meat as the preliminary sex continued. Big Daddy knew that Sgt. Bullock wanted to suck his dick but wanted to take his time and do it slowly. “Suck my dick” commanded the Sheriff. The Sgt., to Big Daddy’s surprise, proceeded to take the large thick dick down his throat. Big Daddy was greatly excited by the Sgt.’s expert sucking. He was indeed surprised that Bullock was an expert. Boy this guy must have been sucking dick for a long time thought the Sheriff. Big Daddy grabbed the Sgt. by his large neck and thrust his dick in and out of the sucking mouth. The Sgt’s head was held firmly in place as the facing fucking pick up its pace. The Sheriff dick was by now completely lubricated by Bullock’s spit which made the fat dick slip in and out of the Sgt.’s sucking mouth with great ease. Globs of spit dripped from the cops mouth as he continued sucking as the Sheriff held his head tightly in place. The spit glistened in the sunlight as it lead a sparkling trail to the ground from the mouth of the eagerly sucking Sgt. Sgt. Frank Bullock almost lost control as he moaned and groaned and continued to suck the dick of the man he consider his idol. The Sgt. had come to Carson County solely to meet and suck the dick of the man who he had heard so much about, Sheriff Big Daddy Parker. The Sgt had heard some rumors from some the police officers that attended some law enforcement conventions. He was not sure whether the Sheriff really liked to play but from the description that the men gave, he desperately wanted to give it a try. Bad enough in fact to apply for a transfer from the Memphis police department to the much smaller Taylorville. The Sgt. had not let on to anyone in the Memphis department that he loved sucking dick and taking it up the has. The men respected him for his toughness. He literally barked out orders in the police station just as his nickname would suggest, “Bulldog”. For several reason this fireplug like man was referred to as Bulldog by his co-workers. First and foremost he had an extremely large neck and thick forearms just like the animal. He was tough, very tough. He once took on five men in a barroom brawl and beat the living daylights out of the lot of them. He once rushed a building where a sniper with a high powered rifle was holed up and single handily subdued the man without anyone being injured. The Sgt. work high was filled with many heroic exploits. That’s why the police chief was glad to take him into his department but at the same time was perplex as to why such a highly decorated individual would want to locate to a smaller town. The excuse that the Sgt. gave was that he wanted his son who played offensive lineman for the University of Tennessee to live a much slower lifestyle than that available in Memphis. That is he wanted the smaller town atmosphere that Taylorville could provide. Obviously he said nothing of his longing to suck the dick of the big burly Sheriff who ruled the county with an iron hand. The Sgt. did his share of cocksucking in and around Memphis but tended to keep to himself and not let on to any of his co-workers that he loved sucking dick. He would mostly attend straight bars on the outskirts of town where he thought he would not be recognized. He would have a few drinks and look around the room for a likely candidate for a blow job. Lots of married men would frequent the bars that he visited. Most of them were sexually frustrated and no longer had much, if any, sex with their wives. The Sgt knew that these men were easy targets for a blow job. He would sit next to neatly dressed, sometimes three piece suits, men and strike up a conversation. After a few drinks the conversation would turn to sex. The Sgt. would mention that he is a widower and can now play the field. He played up the fact the he could get as much pussy as he could stand. Most of the men would congratulate him. Those that didn’t bite he would leave alone. But those that did he would probe further. He would ask the guy about his sex life which he anticipated would be bad or non-existent. He would sympathize with his intended sex partner and turn the conversation briefly to work, letting on that he is a police officer, and quickly getting back the his main interest. After a few drinks most guys would lighten up considerably. The more they complained about not getting enough sex the more the Sgt. would play up the fact that he could get as much as he wanted. Then would come the classic trap in that most men would say that they did not want to cheat on their wives to which the Sgt. would quickly say he knew a way for them to get off without cheating. That would light up the eyes of any married man that was sex starved. They would always want to hear more. The Sgt. would then inquire about the last time they had a blow job. Some would then fall further into the trap by saying that a blow job is still cheating to which the Sgt. would reply not with a man. And besides he knew men that could give much better blow jobs than any woman. Plus he would again emphasize that this was not cheating. “Get you rocks” off he would say with no guilt no attachment no explaining to the wife your whereabouts, nothing but quick got sex. He would continue to say that some of the guys would even take it up the ass and that this was also not cheating. Good sex with no guilt. Do it he would urge. Some men would hedge, some would go for the bait readily, while still others would chicken out completely. But enough men would say “ok where is this guy who gives good head?” that he had some pretty steady friends that he sucked off on a regular basis. He would take them to a small apartment where the “alleged” guy would show up. Once there he would then let on that he was that guy. Most men were shocked to find that a police sgt. would pick up men at a straight bar just so that he could suck dick. He would tell them that he loved doing it that way. Loved talking guys into bed. He could certainly go to a rest area or a distant X-rated theater where he would not be recognized but the thrill of the hunt was what he enjoyed. Sucking dick in a gay area was easy, he would tell them. “I want a challenge” he would continue plus he liked the caliber a man he met some of the higher class bars. He would even tell some men that he thought he was doing the would a favor by providing a free service to under sexed married men. Helping to keep prostitution down by sucking the dicks of guys that he thought were prime targets to later visit a prostitute. The Sgt. was a very persuasive men as he had met a lot of people in his line of work and had learned how to get what he wanted by using his wits. One of the men who the Sgt. had talked into going back to his out of the way apartment was a bank vice president. The man was in his fifties with neatly trimmed gray hair. The man had a perfectly round build and a jolly face. As they entered the apartment he told the man to sit and relax. The place was quite with very few people entering or leaving the building. The man sat on the couch. The Sgt. asked him to unzip his pants so that the guy who was to blow him could get it over quickly. The man complied but asked where is this man. When the man finished unzipping the Sgt. commented on what an interesting crotch he had. He then reached over to slowly massage the man dick thru his underwear. The man looked at the Sgt. saying that his hand felt good and he couldn’t wait for the guy who was going to blow would arrive. The Sgt. told he didn’t have to wait. They could get started now if he wanted. With that the Sgt. fished the now half hard dick out of the VP’s pant and stroked it. “Man that feels good” said the bank VP. “If you like that you’ll gonna love this” said the Sgt. as he told the now hard meat in his mouth and sucked. The man thrusted his hips back and forth, feeding the Sgt. more dick with each thrust. The entire length of the hard shaft was now in the Sgt’s mouth. He would alternately suck and lick the man’s dick so as not to make him cum too quickly. The man groaned loudly as the sucking continued. The Sgt. would lick the man’s balls and briefly let his tongue find the tight asshole. But then it was quickly back to sucking. The man suddenly threw his head back and jerked wildly. The Sgt. knew that this meant the man was very near to cumming. Just as expected the man blew quite a load of cum down the Sgt.’s throat. Frank thought the man would never stop cumming. It was obvious that the man had no sex in a long, long time. That made the Sgt. glad as he eagerly suck down every possible drop of love juice. The dick kept squirting and he kept sucking, drawing even more juice from the love pole. When the final few drops oozed out Frank then lick up and down the shaft to collect any stray droplets. He then slowly licked the man balls and played with his cock as the man lay back on the couch, totally spent. The bank VP became one of the Sgt.’s favorite “friends”. He at one time had enough friends so that he did not have a need to visit any bars for a long time. Almost all of his friends loved the expert blow jobs that the Sgt would give. Some just loved to have him drop his pants and plow his ass. Still others had a thing for men in uniform and would insist he wear it as they fiercely pounded him ass. Sometimes he would have two of his friends visit at the same time. He would blow one guy while the other would enjoy shoving a hard dick up the muscular and tight ass. The Sgt. thought he had it good until he heard rumors of Sheriff Parker and the orgies he would sponsor at the police conventions. He had already heard of Sheriff Parker as did most law enforcement officials in the state. He listened intently as the men who visited the conventions told what the Sgt. thought was very wild tales of the large, gray haired Sheriff exploits. The men did not say whether they attended any of the parties or not but the Sgt. could tell by their vivid descriptions that they had to be there in person. There was just too much detail and things that they would not have possibly know unless they had a guy suck their dicks or fuck some guy up the ass. The Sgt. would get a hardon every time he ease dropped on one of the conversations. The men were careful not to say much in front of someone who was not there except they knew the Sgt. would keep quite if he overheard anything and that Frank Bullock was a “man’s man”, meaning he would not be shocked by much of anything and would never participate in such situations. They had no idea that the Sgt. listened to every would and was formulating a plan of how to get to his dream guy, Sheriff Big Daddy Parker. Now as the Sgt. kneel down at the rest stop sucking the dick of the man he admired most, his thought drifted back to the present from the days that he sucked dick and got frequently fucked in Memphis.