Date: Fri, 27 May 2022 19:51:42 +0000 (UTC)
From: dogbone421@aol.com
Subject: "Cop-Tales"  Chapter 5

"Cop-Tales"

Story #5


	It promised to be a great couple of days away from Police work for
me. My hopes were high and my ass was ready for something
different. Hopping on a plane and heading south to Florida was exactly what
I needed to help relieve some of the stress that has built up within
me. That and the fact that I would be reunited with my old Army
buddies. put a smile on my face as I relaxed in my airplane seat. I was
attending a "destination wedding" for my buddy and most of the costs were
already covered. All I had to do was pay for my food and any souvenirs I
desired. Who could ask for anything better?

	I was headed to Orlando and the house of the mouse. It promised to
be a big affair because the bride's parents were loaded. I chose to stay at
a hotel that was on the property of Mr. H. Potter to avoid most of the kids
that were usually at a Mouse place. Clad in shorts and a comfy tee-shirt, I
was on mother fucking vacation for the first time in a long while!

	I was in a great mood and made friendly conversation with the
elderly woman beside me. It has been a while since I was on a plane, so I
made the most of it. Flirting with the male flight attendant became more
and more of a game for me as the drinks flowed. By the time I was getting
off the plane, I had his number and a dinner date if I was ever free. The
only problem was, he gave off the impression he was looking for the same
type of guy I was. Cursed and blessed at the same time with this body and
alpha persona, I was most always mistaken for a top man.

	Arriving at the hotel, I was flabbergasted at the size of this
beautiful hotel. The fucking lobby was an open atrium half the size of a
football field. The smell of fresh flowers filled the air and instantly
took your mind away to another place. Sky high windows completed the look
of luxury as they overlooked an expansive lagoon. Checking in was a breeze
and before you knew it, I was in my swim trunks taking advantage of the
pool that was almost the size of a small lake.

 I strutted around in my tight trunks admiring all the dad bods that were
there with their families. I wondered which ones had big cocks and which
ones I'd sleep with if the chance ever arose. Obviously, most were of good
breeding stock flanked by the kids they'd made. I had to be careful because
before long my cock was fattening up and making a noticeable bulge. Why is
it when you're living your best life, cock still obsesses your mind? Within
a short time, I was beet red from the strong sun I wasn't used to. It gave
me a nice glow when I checked myself in the mirror as I dressed for dinner.

	Two of my other Army friends were staying at this hotel also and I
waited for a text from them when they arrived. Lots of loud yelling and
high fives were exchanged in the lobby as we greeted each other much to the
dismay to those around us. All three of us entered the Police force (after
serving in the MPs) in our respective towns and state. After we bull
shitted for a while, I walked with them to the respective rooms to check
out who had the nicest one.



It was great meeting up with my buddy the groom who I hadn't seen in years
and the dinner was amazing. Catching up with tall tales of how strong we
were or how fucked up we got drinking was the main conversation at the
table. After three or four drinks, none of us guys were feeling any
pain. When the strip bar across town was mentioned, I had to chime in that
I was willing to go in order to keep up appearances. It was awkward enough
having to answer tons of questions earlier as to why I didn't have a date
or wife yet. It seems wedding brings out the match making quite quickly
when you are single. I don't know how many times I heard, "He'd be perfect
for so and so," and "We'll have to set you up with our friend."

	The titties were out and the ass and pussy were shaking to the loud
music as I cat called and joined in with my friends. I don't know how many
dollar bills I stuffed in G strings to try and blend in. It was a straight
man's dream and a gay man's fucking nightmare. But to keep from being
totally bored, I had my eyes on the bouncer. Strong looking as fuck and
dark complected with a nice bulge, I even followed him into the men's room
hoping to catch a look at his junk. Much to my dismay, he entered a stall
and took all my drunken dreams away.

I drank like a fish and the time passed quicker than I thought it
would. Thankfully we arrived in a rented bus so none of us had to drive
back to our hotels. My hotel was the last stop that night and we all three
fell out of the sliding door still feeling the effects of the booze. It was
getting to be around midnight but the lobby was still bustling with
activity. When we entered, I needed to piss like a race horse. Pointing to
the restroom off the main lobby, they went on ahead of me to their rooms. I
sighed out loud as a strong piss stream flowed from me in the deserted
men's room. Admiring myself in the mirror as I washed my hands, I defiantly
looked better with some color.

	Heading back out into the open atrium, I still had a good buzz
going on as I headed to the bank of elevators. I know I stumbled once or
twice but luckily, I played it cool. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw a
dude stand up quickly from one of the many sofas that filled the expansive
area. Now I know that normally, there wouldn't be anything suspicious about
that. But this dude had me lock in his cross hairs immediately. When he
started moving in my direction, I prepared myself for some kind of bullshit
sales promotion or God knows what.

But when he didn't stop me and instead continued to follow me down the long
hallway, I began to think otherwise. He kept a distance of about fifteen
feet from me as I rang for the elevator. My cop instincts really kicked in
when the elevator door opened and he stepped in behind me. I shook my head
slightly and smiled as I knew this guy had picked the wrong dude to fuck
with. As the lift raised up, I looked over at him and he gripped his crotch
and stared at me with a seductive look arching his eyebrows up.

Wondering if I was imagining things in my state, I avoided looking at him
and wished the elevator would move faster. I watched the floors click by on
the overhead display, but I also side eyed him. With his arms folded, he
now had a look of bewilderment on his face. When it arrived at my floor,
the doors opened and I quickly stepped out. Much to my dismay, he followed
me out and I assumed I was about to be assaulted or possibly robbed.

I was somewhat relieved to see a family coming towards me from further down
the lengthy hall. Their loud voices echoed in the cavernous tunnel of room
doors as they approached. I hoped that would deter any plans he had as I
headed straight for my room. As I scanned my room key over the lock, the
family passed by me. The guy following me had stopped about forty feet back
and just stood there looking at me. When the family passed him, he again
fondled himself and nodded at me.

	It was obvious then this wasn't a robbery attempt but a dude who
was just after some action. Being another gay dude, I shouldn't have missed
all the signs he was giving off beforehand. I suddenly felt flattered
realizing he'd chosen me tonight for some fun. I studied him up and down
weighing my options and wondering if I should. I was tired as fuck from the
traveling and the drinking. Was I up for some dick tonight I thought to
myself?

Mid-forties looking and tall with a paunch, he obviously drank too many
beers in life. Balding with wiry sides that desperately needed a trim, he
was dressed in a tank top with really baggy basketball shorts that hung to
his knees. Heavily unshaven with dirty white sneakers, he looked like a bit
of a slob. I could do a lot better and I could do a whole lot worse I
thought to myself in the few seconds I had to think. Of course, my other
head had a different opinion, and instantly wanted to play hide the bone
with him. Figuring "What the fuck," I motioned him towards me as I pushed
open the squeaky door further.

	Once inside, he immediately pulled his tank top off and tossed it
on the bed as the heavy door slammed shut. I saw an abundance of black hair
covering his naked back and instantly became aroused. As he pulled his
shorts down, I kicked off my shoes and started to undo my shorts. In a
hushed voice I asked,

	"You do this often?"


	"Yeah, actually I do," he bragged. "I get quite a lot of action
just sitting down there waiting for someone like you to walk by. Lots of
dads here sometimes want to try something different when the wife's not
around. If I'm horny, I head over to hotel lobbies and usually always get
lucky," he said as he tossed the bed pillows aside and turned down the
bedspread. You could tell he had indeed done this lots of times.

	"How'd you ever figure I'd be willing," I asked intrigued as I
stepped out of my shorts?

	"You got the look," he quickly fired off. "No offense, but I
figured you were looking for dick. I saw your roving eye scan the lobby and
I was hoping I was right. After a while doing this, you get a feeling for
your kind. I'll admit you don't fit the dad type I usually end up
with. It's kind of hard for a guy like me to attract your type anywhere
other than places like this. Here where the options are limited, I'm
defiantly doable. I'm really looking forward to this with you. It isn't
often I bag a bull like you. I'm going to attempt to fuck the shit out of
you," he bragged as he patted the bed looking at me.

	I kinda understood what he meant. With pasty white skin that glowed
anywhere the sun hadn't touched his skin in a long time, I might have
overlooked him elsewhere. His chest matched his back and was covered in
thick hair. Lacking any muscles, he was thin and lanky. That of course made
his cock and balls stand out from his body impressively. Why is it that
most skinny dudes are always hung like fucking stallions?

Tonight, he looked sexy in a weird way or was it just my beer goggles? The
feller down south was surely ready and was swelling up firm knowing he was
about to get laid. When the rest of my clothes were off, I made my way over
to the bed. I watched him reach down for his shorts and pull out an already
opened condom and a small bottle of lube. I thought it was kind of
presumptuous of him to think I was the one getting fucked as he rolled the
rubber over his hardening cock.

	Standing tall now, his cock was about seven inches with a fat cut
head. I watched as he unrolled the rubber over the end of his cock and move
it down his shaft. As he applied the lube, it made his sheaved shaft shine
like a new penny. His nuts were covered in a thick nest of hair matching
his groin. Wild looking and also in need of some trimming, it reflected the
way he dressed and carried himself. Not the least bit polished or finely
groomed, he looked like he could care less about those kinds of things.

	 I crawled up on the bed without any more words exchanged between
us. I was taken aback when I quickly felt the coolness of the gel on his
fingers as he searched for my pucker. This guy was bold as fuck and anxious
to get going.

	"You been fucked lately," he asked nonchalantly as he run his two
finger tips into my asshole?

	"Well, it's been a couple months," I responded surprised I answered
so quickly to a stranger.

	"OK, I'll ease you into it," he said as he removed his fingers and
I felt the bed dip to one side as he crawled up on it. "I'm very
experienced at opening guys who don't do this very often," he spoke as he
crawled up behind me. "Just be warned, once I get going, I like to fuck
hard, get my nut and get the fuck gone," know what I mean," he asked?

	As I nodded, I understood, he fell forward onto my back. "I've been
interrupted a couple times with wives coming back to the room
unexpectedly. "I've learned its best to work quickly," he said as I felt
his hard cock flopping against my butt. Reaching down, he guided his
slippery cock between my ass cheeks and probed for my hole. Once he found
it, he instantly applied pressure against it. I grunted slightly indicating
he'd found pay dirt before he started pushing inward.

	"Yeah, there you go big boy, open that pussy up for me," he
whispered beside my ear.

	"You don't have to worry about us being interrupted," I managed to
say as he eased his cock deep up into me. I was hoping it would help slow
his roll and allow for a little longer time together. "I'm here alone
attending a wedding."

	"Any chance you're the best man? I've been quite lucky that
way. Busted a few best man's assholes the night before the wedding," he
said as he continued his assault on my pucker. "My goal is to get a groom
the night before he ties the knot. Image having your nut up a groom's ass
as he's reciting his vows the next day? Almost had me one a few months ago
but he got scared after I slipped it in him. I did manage to get a few good
strokes in him unsheathed before he begged me to stop. I wish I hadn't
listened to him and busted my nuts anyway."

	I managed a weak, "No, I'm not the best man," before he stopped his
forward assault. I guess it was the amount of booze I'd consumed because he
was balls deep without much resistance or pain. Resting on my back, he
allowed me to get used to his cock as he run his arms under my chest. For a
wimpy looking dude, he put me in a tight bear hug.

After a few slow strokes, we quickly fell into a steady fuck rhythm as I
spread my legs wider and allowed him to dig in deeper. I could feel the
difference a rubber makes on your asshole and didn't quite enjoy it as
much. Alongside an expressway or feeder road late at night, a condom
doesn't come up as an option very often. You take what you can get and that
means fucking without protection. No sooner than I had finished those
thoughts, he paused his strokes and whispered in my ear.

	"Any chance I could convince you to allow my a few strokes without
protection between us," he asked? "I'm clean, I promise you that. Your ass
feels amazing and I'd like to bone you skin on skin for some strokes."

	"Yeah, sure man," I responded as I raised my head up. "You can put
it back on just before you cough up your load, if that's your preference,"
I answered.

	"Fuck yeah, anything you want their tuff guy," he responded with an
upturned voice as he then suddenly kissed my temple. "Thanks man, you'll
enjoy it also."

I then felt him start withdrawing from me. There's a distinctive sound a
rubber makes when it's pulled off a hard cock. And it echoed loudly thru
the dimly lit room. He eased up off my back and applied more lube to his
now naked cock and instantly started reinserting it. I heard a deep-seated
moan come up from his throat.


	"Fuck man, that feels so much better to me," he said as he started
his strokes again. I'll admit, it felt much more pleasing to me also and as
I fell back into a hypnotic state of mind. He pounded me into the mattress
with rapid jabs that made the queen-sized bed squeak repeatedly. What he
may have lacked in looks, he made up for in the way he fucked. I found
myself uncontrollable moaning out loud even when I tired not too. Gyrating
his hips around and tapping his nuts against my cheeks was sending me into
heaven. He began breathing faster as his hot breath bathed the back of my
neck. I could feel the intenseness on the moment building up within him. It
was obvious he was about to bust his nut. He stopped suddenly and then
cussed repeatedly in my ear. Two strong surges ran thru his shaft as he
attempted to withdraw from me. But he was in deep and he took too long. I
knew even in my drunken buzz state that he had fired off a couple squirts
of cum.

	"Fuck man, I'm sorry dude," he again cussed as he raised off my
back. "I think I pumped a couple rounds in you before I could get out," he
apologized as he ran his hand over my butt cheek. "I swear I shoot clean
jiz. I only go raw with the dudes who say their clean also. Mostly all
married guys. I usually avoid this because most dudes ask me to forgo
wearing protection. They want my nut inside them," he tried to rationalize
with me. "That asshole of yours just pulled the cum right out of my
nuts. I'll reapply the condom and continue on if you want," he asked in a
pleading voice as he ran his finger up and down my butt crack? "I really
want to finish what we started."

I could feel the slickness of his cum as I contracted my asshole. His thumb
stroked and prodded my pucker and smeared his sliminess around my
opening. Touching ever bump and wrinkle back there, he treated my hole like
we'd done this a dozen times and there were no secrets between us.

	"Fuck man, the damage is already done I guess," I answered as I
raised up and moved on to my side. "Shit happens in the heat of the moment,
I understand that. It's hard for a top man to control himself in the heat
of it all. I'm cool with continuing on without the rubber seeing how we've
gone this far."

	"Fuck, really guy," he asked with a confident look on his face?
"And what about pulling out before I shot again," he asked in a whinny
voice with a shit eating grin as he then traced my taint and up behind my
sack?

	"I'll leave that up to you. Do what you think is best," I
answered. I was no fool and I knew I'd played right into what he wanted all
along. This dude was all about spreading his loads around. Hell, I
respected him for that honestly. I really wondered if he kept a bedpost
notch for each guy he seeded from hotel lobbies?

	"Can we do this right and like fuck face to face then," he
enthusiastically asked?

	I finished rolling over without objection and extended my legs up
widely as he moved into position. We settled in quickly and were back in
the saddle fucking like men do. He locked his arms behind my knees and bent
my legs back towards myself. He wasn't in quite as big a hurry as he was
before, but he was still hell bent on getting his nut. We both began to
sweat as I hugged him around his chest as his whiskers tickled my neck. He
edged right up till he was about to bust his wad before he stopped
suddenly.

"Not just yet, I want to savor this," he breathed heavy in my ear. "Dude,
I'm leaking slim in you like crazy. Fuck, I've always been a heavy natural
lube leaker," he said as he looked me in the eyes. "You've got me on fire
so I know I'm dripping like fuck inside you. Raw pussy is the best way to
fuck, aint it? Your cunt has to be as fertile as fuck already and I haven't
even finished dumping my full load," he bragged. "You outa be glad I can't
swell you up," he snickered at me as he wiped the sweat from my face.

	He raised himself up and loomed over my body smiling down at
me. Striking a muscle mans pose above me, he flexed back and forth showing
off his small guns. He was defiantly proud of himself. He then withdrew his
cock surprisingly and I could see his shiny red cock head, still hard as
fuck pointed up.

	"Look what the fuck you do to me dude," he rattled off as he
gripped his cock and pointed it at me.

	"You're a great fuck," I said to further boost his confidence. "But
why didn't you shot your wad already," I asked?

	"I'm about to friend. I just wanted to look at you one more time
before I do. I'm savoring this fucking moment. Plus, I had to let him cool
down some. But dam he's begging to get back up inside you and pop off."

	With that said, he mounted me again and within a minute, he was
busting his nuts fully. I laid back on the bed and watched him get up as he
then let out a loud, "Fuck Yeah," as his body glistened with a fine
sweat. He strutted around the bed with his arms up again like a prize
fighter who just won a match.  I couldn't help but smile at the way he was
reacting. My asshole was sloppy as fuck as I dropped my legs down and
pulled a pillow under my head. He walked up to my head and his limp cock
was right in front of my face as he spoke. "Dude, that was a great piece of
ass," as he patted my cheek. I then saw him reaching for his shorts, but
after that, I couldn't remember much of anything else.

I must have passed out instantly because the next thing I knew it was
morning. My phone was jumping off the nightstand vibrating from an incoming
call.  I popped up in bed quickly grabbing my head from the pain of a
hangover. My eyes ached also from the bright sun coming thru the open
drapes. A slight pain came from my groin and lower belly as the hairs that
were pasted to my skin from the dried load I'd shot, pulled free. Quickly
the events of last night rushed thru my head. I slowly crawled out of bed
sitting on the edge as I tried to remember all that had happened last
night.

"Fuck, I got my ass railed last night," I moaned to myself as I arched my
head back and stared at the ceiling. I then scanned the area with my eyes
looking for my wallet. I was suddenly worried he might have robbed me
anyways afterwards. Lord knows what happened after I passed out, I
pondered? I then saw it lying on the floor atop my shorts I took off last
night. Unfolded with my badge prominently on displayed, I quickly stumbled
to retrieve it. My driver's license and a couple of my credit cards were
pulled from there slots, obviously having been rifled thru. Thankfully, all
my money was still there and accounted for. But he defiantly now knew I was
a cop along with my name and address.

I looked around for my underwear to slip on but they were no where to be
found. I know I wore some last night, I thought to myself. Where the fuck
could they be, I wondered as I looked under the bed?

	My phone was vibrating again from an incoming call as I scratched
my ass and yawned. Stretching to the ceiling caused more hairs to break
free for the dried goo on my body.  As I grabbed my phone from my
nightstand, I noticed I had tons of missed phone calls from my other two
friends staying here. Vibrating again in my hand, I saw it was one of them
and reluctantly answered it.

	"Hey man, we're down here at the restaurant waiting on you for
breakfast. You must have had a really good piece of ass last night," he
bellowed as I heard other laughter in the back ground.

	"What," was all I could manage as I rubbed the sleepiness out of my
eyes and shook the cobwebs in my brain?

	"Dude, I heard you taping that pussy last night," he said as I
listened intently. "I stopped by your room on my way to catch a
smoke. Thought you might want to walk outside with me. But fuck dude, I
could hear you pounding that pussy thru the door. Man, that bed was
squeaking and tapping the wall with a steady beat and you were moaning like
a wild man. Who was she buddy," he then asked?

	I was shocked that he was right outside my room as I was getting my
ass fucked last night. Did he really think I was with a chick or was he
fucking with me? I tried to remember if that guy and I talked as my ass was
being driven into the mattress? Instantly I was wide awake. I was still in
a bit of a brain fog but I managed to come up with," I met her at the bar
in the lobby after you guys left me," I responded.

	"Well, come on down and give us married guys all the details," he
laughed.

	He bought it apparently, at least I thought. "Yeah, sure buddy," I
answered. "Right after I get a shower. You guys go ahead and eat. My
stomach isn't up for any food right now."

	I stumbled to the bathroom cussing my headache. My bladder was
about to bust wanting relief. As I stood before the bowl, a hard heavy
stream of dark yellow piss flowed from me. My head pounded as I relived the
fucking I'd taken. Off the corner of my eye, I saw the used rubber he
pulled off laying in the trashcan. I picked it up for no good reason and
examined it thoroughly. Stretched in its semi crumpled form, you could
still tell he was about six or seven inches in length. There was an
abundant amount of slime visible within it even though I remembered him
taking if off early.


A small drip of liquid then formed at the end of the reservoir tip and
aroused my suspicions. After further examination, I noticed the very end
had been cut off. "Fuck, this dude was going to juice me whether I wanted
it or not, I said out loud as I shook my head in disbelief. "Dam you're a
sly dog," I complemented him as squeezed out some of the slimy liquid and
rubbed it between my fingertips. Still slick as shit, I then dropped it in
the toilet and flushed it down.

	After swallowing half a bottle of aspirin, I hopped in the shower
and washed away all the DNA evidence he'd left on the outside of me. My
asshole was in good condition after the pounding it had taken as my soapy
finger explored my ravaged hole. His cum wad was long ago absorbed within
me after passing out last night.

	Pulling on some clean shorts and a tee-shirt, I searched the room
for my missing underwear again. When they didn't turn up, I knew there was
doubt he must have taken them. I was somewhat flattered but also pissed
because there were my favorite pair. With a camouflage pattern, they were
my lucky set of jockeys. I cussed my shitass luck as I headed out of my
room desperate for some black coffee.

I made sure I grabbed my sunglasses to hide my bloodshot eyes. The
restaurant wasn't very busy as the breakfast rush was winding down. As soon
as I entered the place, the smell of bacon filed my lungs. I saw a show of
hands and a few shouts from my friends at a table off in the
distance. Sitting in an area where a couple families were still eating, we
had to watch our language as I sat down. With a pat on my back from one and
huge smile from the other, the first question in a hushed voice was,

	"Details fucker, we want details."

	I made up some cockamamie story about meeting this beautiful blonde
at the bar and we hit it off. I had time to come up with something as I
showered knowing they would quiz me on the events of last night. My one
friend spoke up again and bragged about how steady my strokes and thrusting
were as they leaned in a huddle over the table listening intently.

	"Dudes, that was some fine pussy. Tight as my fucking fist on my
cock," I bragged. "I had a wad of cum built up so fucking bad that when I
shot, I know I knocked her up," I bragged as they laughed and high fived
around me.

	"You fucking dog. You didn't were a rubber with her," my one friend
asked?

	"Nope," I bragged with pride. "I know if she's off the pill we made
a kid together I'll never know about," I then laughed.

	"Shit man, I'm super happy for you," the other one then said. "When
we would all visit those whore houses, remember back then, you'd never want
to fuck? You said you worried they weren't clean. While we all were banging
pussy, you were standing in the open door just watching us. I was beginning
to worry about you back then. Thought maybe you were working for the other
team, know what I mean," he said?

	Instantly I bristled up and said in a voice louder then I should
have, "What the fuck you saying dude? I'm some kind of cock hound?"

	"Now calm down brother, I was just fucking with you," he instantly
responded and laughed as the other buddy joined in. "Man, I had your goat
instantly," he said as they again high fived each other.

	I had to answer some more questions about last night but otherwise
the conversation switched to the events of today. We had a rehearsal dinner
later but otherwise we were all free to do whatever we wanted. I ordered
more black coffee and encouraged them to go on into the amusement park
without me. I was still too hung over and just wanted to relax today. "My
backs killing me," I laughed as I raised up slightly and banged my hips
against the table side indicating I'd fucked too hard last night.

As I watched them all leave, I scanned the area and noticed a family within
one table length of mine. It was a dad and wife with a small boy. As I
sipped my coffee and rubbed my sore eyes, I went over the words my friend
had said to me. "Was he catching on to me," I asked myself? Just then I
heard a woman's voice asking me a question.


	"Sir, which park do you like better. Our young son is too small to
ride most rides. You have any suggestions?"

	When I looked up, it was the lady at the table across from me. I
was taken aback by here friendliness as I sipped some more coffee before
answering.

	"Sorry, I'm really not the one to ask," I answered politely. "I
don't have any kids so I really don't know which is best for small ones."

	A quick "Thank you," came from her as I suddenly took notice her
good-looking husband. He was the type that would get you into trouble
because you couldn't keep your eyes off him. Farm boy good looks and a
smile that dazzled, I don't think he knew how handsome he really was. When
I looked at him again for a little too long, he nodded his head and reached
over for a hand shake. "Jonathan," he offered as I extended mine.

	"I'm officer Kent," I said without thought. It was something that
just flows from your mouth after a certain amount of time on the job. But
to be fair, I also introduce myself that way when I think it will help a
situation. I know from experience straight guys love talking with a cop
when it's in an informal setting. Now that I had dropped my line in the
water, he seemed intrigued instantly that I was in Law Enforcement.

	"You're a cop," quickly came from him as he asked if he could join
me? "Works like a charm most times," I thought to myself as he now sat
across the table from me. God his looks were the stuff of dreams. Guns,
Police car performance, bad guys, and respect for my job, were the usual
conversation starters. Once a few of them were touched upon, we talked
about sports and turned the corner on becoming fast friends. It was always
nice to come across guys who were super friendly. When he turned towards
his wife and told her I was a Police officer, she ignored him and continued
fiddling her phone. I could see the disappointment on his face when she
didn't even acknowledge him. He shook his head as he then looked at me.

	"It's all good man," I said to him in a hushed voice. "Who needs a
skirt around when you've got good male company," I said to bolster his
confidence. He nodded and we continued our conversation without once having
his wife care one bit about what he was doing. We talked about his job and
where they were from and after only a few minutes I felt I knew him like an
old friend you'd just caught up with after a long absence.

	The coffee ran right thru me and before I knew it, I needed to piss
badly. "Hey man, I really gotta take a leak," I said to him and he
responded he needed to also. Our chairs scooted loudly under us as we
pushed them back and echoed in the cavernous restaurant. When he stood up,
he told his wife where he was headed and received a simple dry sounding Ok
in response. Inside the bathroom, we stood side by side pissing together as
men do. Both of us with one arm extended highly against the tile wall
behind the urinal wall to steady ourselves. As like last night, the
bathroom was void of anyone besides us. As we washed our hands together, I
tugged at my line in the water wondering if I had a potential fish on the
hook.

	"Dam, you're a really good-looking guy," I told him as I watched
myself in the mirror. "It's sad to see your wife treat you so
belligerently. You're a fucking catch and she should watch out before
someone steals you away from her. Listen if you ever want to just hang
around more with a guy who really apricates you, hit me up and we'll talk
some more," I offered. "Just know I'm only in town a few more days."

	"She gets like that sometimes," he responded without being offended
I'd said what I said. "She's always pissed off at me anymore. Doesn't even
like the way I breath at times, she says," he laughed in a pathetic
way. "You'd think it would kill her to give me any kind of complement. And
she only gives up the pussy when she wants something anymore and I'm
trusting you to keep that between us. A man's got needs know what I mean,"
he said as he dried his hands with a paper towel and then adjusted his
crotch. "You wouldn't believe how backed up I am Kent. But enough about
me. Hey, we're spending the day by the pool. You hanging around the hotel
today much," he then asked me?

	"Yep, I sure am," I told him. "I partied too much last night at the
titty bar with my buddies and I need to recover. I'm in room 4110 if you
find yourself wanting to hookup later. I'm thinking of hanging by the pool
myself later this afternoon. Maybe we'll connect down there. I'll buy you a
drink, maybe it will help loosen you some. You look wound up tighter than a
dicks hatband. We need to find a way for you to carry a lighter load up top
and down south, if you know what I mean," I offered in code.  I then
bravely ran my hand up and down his firm back as we headed for the door. He
turned his head slightly and smiled a knowing smile as he opened the door
for us to leave.


	We pated our ways after I paid my bill and took care of their
breakfast also. He looked especially surprised when I did that and thanked
me again and again for my kindness. I really wondered if he'd follow thru
on my temptations. Like most married guys, once he'd put thought into it,
he'd back out on guilty feelings alone. Hell, that's even if he caught my
drift. Sometimes straight dudes can be thick as mud.

I watched them leave the restaurant as I shopped for souvenirs at the hotel
gift shop across from the eatery. Thru the glass walls I watched his
perfect ass fill his shorts to perfection as he carried his young son. It
would defiantly be a feather in my cap if I could bag this dude, I thought
as I played pocket pool with my junk. "Image how thick his nut batter must
be if he hasn't fucked in a while," I wondered?


I went back to my room after I'd given the maid time to do her thing
there. I was still not feeling the greatest and kicked back on the freshly
made bed. I drifted in and out of consciousness as I relived the events of
last night. A lot of the details were still somewhat foggy but the others
were strong enough to muster a hardon as I laid there. It wasn't often I
was scouted and pursued with such great perfection as he pulled off with
me.  He got what he wanted with great precision and disappeared like a
thief in the night afterwards. Leaving me with a gut full of sperm from a
guy I didn't even know his first name. My cock throbbed under my cloths as
I acknowledged all that mentally.

I must have finally drifted off fully as I jumped awake a few hours
later. Shocked I'd slept so long, I hustled to avoid wasting anymore of the
beautiful sunny day outside. I glanced out my fourth story window down at
the pool. It was sparsely filled as most were still in the parks. I slipped
on my extra tight swim trunks and admired my firm ass in the door
mirror. Shit, I was on vacation and nobody knew me here, right?

As I mentioned before, the pool was ginormous with about a hundred lounge
chairs around the edges of the pool. I walked around a bit checking the
scene, but mostly looking for the guy from this morning. Much to my great
surprise, he was still there, camped out under a cluster of palm trees
providing shade. I staked my claim on a chair across the way from them and
waited for my chance to acknowledge him.

There were tons of eye candy around and believe me I took notice of it
all. But with this guy I felt he was a bird in hand and I wanted to get in
his trunks in the worst way. It took about thirty minutes before he looked
my way and I waved. He smiled instantly but played it cool. After a few
more minutes, I watched him get up and look over at me again before walking
towards the pool bar. I took that as an invite and eagerly followed. He was
standing at the area where you walk up to order and I slowly moseyed up
behind him.

"Anything he wants, put it on my tap," I yelled to the female bartender as
I handed her my room card. I then carefully ran my hand up and down his
naked warm back. He'd already been burned bright red and glowed from the
sun.

"You don't have to do that Kent," he said as my hand lingered at the top of
his swimsuit and I hooked my thumb under his waistband. I made sure I stood
so no one could see what I was doing as I moved my thumb back and forth
against his skin.

"Shit man, I'm still hoping to get you loosened up a little," I said softly
into his ear as I leaned in closer. I also made sure no one was able to
hear us before I continued on. "Maybe after a few cocktails I can find out
what you're hiding under this suit," I snickered as I boldly rubbed his
butt? I knew it was risky, but I took my chances.

"It's going to take at least three or four of these expensive beers. You
willing to pay that much for something you're not even sure about," he
asked with a sly smile as he looked back at me?

"How about I worry about that and you just keep drinking," I said as the
bartender arrived with his drink.

We split apart but I kept a hawk's eye on him for about another half
hour. That's when he stood up and headed for the bar again. Of course, I
followed suit and was standing behind him again when he placed his order.

"Starting to feel like you're willing to let another dude help you out," I
whispered sexy close to his ear?

"I'll give you one thing, you're persistent," he answered as he winked at
me. "I've never been pursued like this before. But I kind of like it. He
then leaned in closer to me and I could smell the alcohol on his breath as
he asked, "Just to be clear, we're talking blowjob here, right? I couldn't
even begin to agree to anything else. That would be considered cheating on
my wife in my book."

"Hell, I'll settle for anything you're willing to let me do to you
Jonathon," I coyly answered as I then rubbed the front of his trunks. I
could feel the end of his pecker thru the loose material and rubbed my
knuckle against it.




He went back to his wife and kid as I patiently waited hoping I hadn't push
him too hard. Butterflies were starting to churn in my belly figuring I'd
blown my chances with him. On his third trip back, I cornered him after
he'd gotten his beer. In a shaded corner of the empty bar, I eased close to
him and spelled out how we could proceed with this.

"How about next time you come up here we slip into the men's room and I get
you know you better," I asked in a sly voice?

"Dude, I'm really scared we might get caught," were his first words. "I
mean, I think I want to try this. I'm super flattered you find me
attractive," he confessed as he looked around making sure no one heard our
words. "No dudes ever treated me like this before."

"Come on Jonathan, how often you get the chance to get your cock sucked
from a law man," I thew back at him?

"Fucking never," he smiled as he took a drink from the beer bottle. He
defiantly looked like he was rethinking things.

"We'll slip away for maybe ten minutes max. You won't be missed at all
dude. Tell your wife you're taking a shit," I said before he could think
too much. "Aint your fucking nut sack begging for relief? How long you been
carrying that load dude, think about it."

"Honestly, it's been over a week since I've been able to whack one off," he
confessed as he looked at me with deep thought. "And this will only be
between us," he then asked?

"Absolutely, this stays between the both of us. Come on man, you know as
cop I'm a man of honor and my words mean something. Let me at you dude," I
sort of begged?

"Alright, fuck, after this beer we can try this," he said as he stepped
away from me super scared acting.

Time drug like a mother fucker waiting for him to man up and find the
courage to get this going between us. But much to my surprise, he did
finally. He looked my way and made sure I noticed before he walked. I
followed him into the bathroom after a discreet number of minutes passed. I
instantly saw him standing at a urinal looking down at his junk as I walked
in. He took notice of me as he stood there almost frozen in his tracks. It
was a small restroom with three stales. Thank goodness the stall doors ran
down to the floor to help hide a person if they were using the place as a
changing area.

I walked over to him and put my hand on his shoulder. I could see his limp
pecker hanging out in a thick bush.

"Come on man," I said in a smoothing voice as I reached for his neck and
cupped my hand around it. Pulling him towards me, he followed as I lead him
to a stall. Once inside, I locked the door and stood in front of him.

"Dude, get out of your head. You deserve this and I'm here to help you
out. That bitch doesn't apricate a good-looking fuck like you. But I will I
promise," I said as I eased his swim trucks down his hips. "The quicker we
get this going, the sooner you go get to her." He didn't resist any and
before me within seconds was his daddy dick. He'd made kids with this
fucker and I was going to be the lucky dude who got to milk him.

"You're the first and only dude who's ever going to do this to me," he
whispered as I ran my fingers explored his limp shaft.

"It's an honor buddy," I said to him as I looked up at him. I cupped his
hairy nuts in my hand and weighted the heaviness of them. "Dude, you've got
some bull nuts on you," I bragged as he lightened up a little and brushed
the hairs on the back of my head.

"I plan on making a lot more kids if she'll let me near here," he bragged
as he nudged me slightly towards his crotch.

I licked the tip of his cock head and he sucked in air like he was
suffocating. I instantly felt the wetness of his recent piss and savored
the tase of him. As my mouth engulfed his soft cock, I smelled the chlorine
from the pool water. Within seconds, his cock recognized the warmth of a
willing mouth and started swelling at a record pace. I massaged his nut
sack with my fingers and explored the area behind his tight balls. He was
ready and wiling now to allow me to do whatever I wanted as he started
pushing my head closer to his crotch.

His cock was at almost full attention when I dared to play with his
pucker. I ran my finger over his ring and waited for him to stop me. But he
didn't. So, I took advantage of it as I started to really work his
shaft. Gauging him at about six and a half inches, his cock head had a
beautiful mushroom crown. Goo flowed from his piss slit quickly as I
started to finally get a taste of his sperm laden balls. He then started to
moan softly and buck his hips into my face. This dude was indeed backed up
and ready to pop at any moment.

I gathered some spit that had leaked from my mouth at the base of his shaft
with my finger. Slowly I inched back to his asshole and pushed my spit
covered finger in. As he upped his forward humping, I attempted to get my
finger inside. He resisted at first, but his mind was preoccupied and I was
able to slip in to my first joint. That really set him off and he quickly
began to breath faster and urge me on even more. I concentrated on pulling
his load from his nuts with a strong suction and he was there within
seconds. He moaned uncontrollable each time he fired off a thick wad of
cum. I could feel the strength of his contractions run up the tube in his
cock as I began to savor the taste of his balls. Thick as fuck and heavy
with clots, it was like I was drinking pancake batter. The smell of his
sperm was so potent as it whiffed up into my noise.

I drank all that he spit up. When he was finally done, I suckled his
softening cock head to nurse any ruminates that remained. When I pulled off
and looked up at him, he was coated with a light sweat and looked
exhausted.

"Fuck dude, that's the best knob job I've ever had," he confessed as he
stepped back slightly and began to pull up his trunks.

"Fucker, your nuts taste amazing," I said as I stumbled to my feet. "I can
tell now why you're a dad with as strong a taste that was. Honestly, you're
packing some great nuts on you bro."

He bristled up with pride instantly as I made my way over to the hopper and
whipped out my cock to piss. As my heavy stream echoed in the stall, I
leaned around and asked,

"You gotta let me at you again before I leave Florida. I want to drain you
again, OK?"

"Let me think about it," he answered as he walked over to me and hauled out
his cock. I reached over and traced his ass crack thru the fabric of his
trunks. For a few minutes, we pissed together in unison joining piss
streams at times.

"I really tasted that good to you," he asked as I shook off my cock?

"Best I ever drank," I said as I winked at him.

"No ones ever said that to me before. My wife acts like a blowjob are
sickening to her. Fuck dude, you sucked me dry," he said as he shook off
his cock and pulled his shorts back up.

I took a few moments to massage his strong shoulders as we looked at each
other's reflection in the mirror. "We can meet up in my room anytime, I'm
here alone. And you're guaranteed to get your nuts drained again." I said
hoping to corral another round with him.

"Maybe one more time wouldn't hurt," he shyly said as I smiled at him in
the reflection.

 I watched him walk back to his wife and kid, hoping I'd get the chance to
be with him again. I savored his taste one last time in my slim coated
mouth before I ordered a beer to wash it away.

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