Date: Sat, 29 Apr 2023 19:37:13 +0000 (UTC) From: "dogbone421@aol.com" Subject: "Cop Tales" chapter 8 "Cop Tales" Chapter 8 Ah the times, they are a changing. Especially in my line of work, Law Enforcement. Declining rapidly are the days when an officer like myself could manipulate a potential ticket into a quickie on the side of the road. With the use of body and patrol vehicle cameras, the chances of arranging such a hookup are fastly fleeing. Add to that the backup officer that usually responds on traffic stops anymore and you have an instant cock blocker. But these are the times we live in now. And an officer's safety is of the utmost importance. Now you can say an arrangement could be made on the side of the road for some officer nookie elsewhere. Like the next day or after my shift. But part of the mystique of getting some straight boy cock is in the dilemma of the moment. Dealing with a nervous guy who is just on the line for a DUI or caught with too much weed, must be delt with instantly. Given a chance to rethink things for a few hours or feel like he's beaten the law, is an automatic FUCK NO, later. Trust me I've learned this from lots of experience. You must strike while the iron is hot in a moment like this. But don't be sad for me, I haven't given up on the road side hookups altogether. I'll always be finagling a way when the opportunity seems ripe for the picking. But as I said before, times are a changing. And the risks are becoming unsurmountable. So, to help rectify this dilemma and lessen my chances of getting caught with my pants down, (literally) I have had to adapt to a changing environment. Of course, the clandestine ventures at the local bookstore are always a back-up plan. And trust me, I've used that avenue way more often than I should. There's a point where you end up running into the same desperados and weirdos over and over that partake of those establishments. Settling for the same half assed dude time after time to butt fuck you when your needs overrule your better judgement, just isn't as fulfilling at some point. Take for example what happened a few weeks ago. I fell into this scenario on an early afternoon visit to my local dick deli. With my ball cap pulled low on my forehead and wearing sunglasses, my cock and balls bulged impressively thru the thin material of my gym shorts, absent of underwear. But as usual, the pickings were rather thin. Passing up the tweakers and the aged, the final lot wasn't much to be desired. Potbellied married guys lined the wall playing pocket pool as you enter deeper into the darkness. But low and behold popping into view as I turn the corner is the dude, I'd settled on for the last three visits. With a huge smile on his face and a look for self-confidence, I knew my faith. With a nod of his head and a confirming one from me, we had sealed the deal. With his pants open and a guy already sucking his cock, he pushed the unluck guy aside and began zipping himself up. Causally I followed him towards the back door giving the shocked dude on his knees the side eye and as I raised my shoulders and arms as an apology. Dressed in a dark green uniform shirt with pants that matched, he works at the car dealership that is about a mile down the road. Apparently lunch for him some days is getting his dick sucked. Nick, says his name patch above his pocket sewed into his shirt. Skinny as fuck, his ass barely filled out the seat of his pants I observed as I stepped out into the brightness of a bright sunny Florida day. With the creaky door slamming behind us, I already knew where we were headed. With his greasy black mullet hanging below his neck, I knew I could do better elsewhere but followed anyways. Three green dumpsters were always arranged in a perfect pattern to provide the privacy needed for such rendezvous. It was a well-used spot for lots of bookstore hookups for sure. "Getting to be a regular kind of thing between us the both isn't it," he mouths off cocky as hell as we slip into the semi-hidden area. The smell of damp cardboard and musty garbage fills my nostrils as I ease my shorts down. Thank God there was a breeze occasionally as I watch as he slowly undoes the top of his pants and his underwear come into view. His fingers are always greasy looking and were highlighted by the whiteness of his underwear as he slides them down. His shirt tail hangs over his junk hiding it from view as it is released for its confines. I didn't really care what it looked like because I already knew he packed a nice cock on him. And he was an abundant supplier of sperm who always left me with a leaky asshole. My last view before I turn around is of his stained shirt with black oil spots stepping towards me. Bracing myself against the dumpster awaiting his assault, the smell of stale gasoline fills the air as he steps against my backside. I'm flooded with memories of the mechanics I fanaticized about as a young teenager as we picked up my mom's car at the repair shop. My cock surged with stiffness as I relived all those jerkoff sessions, I had in my bedroom dreaming of being with one. It was a turning point for me when I realized I was truly gay. Feeling his fist hit my ass cheek as he works himself back to hardness, I'm brought back to reality. I gasp loudly with discomfort as he pushes against my pucker. The spittle he coughed up just wasn't enough lube to ease his entry. "Hush up, man," he instructs me as his cock breaches my pucker and eases into the depths of me. "You're a big boy and should be able to handle the pain," he says in a degrading manor as he wraps his arms around my lower waist and hoists my ass back against his groin. Locked tightly in his grip now, his body hugs my back as he begins to inch deeper. After a few minutes of us both grunting and easing into steady strokes, the pain subsides as my body adjusts to the invader. "Fuck, you're always tight as fuck dude," he compliments me as he ruts the fuck out of my asshole. "Am I the only getting this pussy, boy," he asks condescendingly? "Right now, yes," I answer meekly as I feel the confidence rise within him as he runs his hands up under my tee-shirt. "Fuck yeah, that's beautiful man," he says softly in my ear. "God dam you're a fine piece of ass. I fucking love making you my pussy boy. Gay boy ass is always the best, you know that boy? I've fucked my share and your right up there with the best of them." Suddenly something felt off as my spidey senses kick in. It's then that out of my peripheral view I see we are no longer alone. With my shorts at my feet and my ass arched up, I'm stuffed with cock and there's no defending what this guy is doing to me. I then hear a subtle, "What the fuck," mumbled in my ear as my aggressor gives me a few deep thrusts before he slows his movements. Reluctantly stopping, I feel his frustration. "Dude, get the fuck out of here," he barks loudly in an aggressive voice making my ear ring. "Get your own piece of ass Douch bag." "I aint hurting anyone dude," he answers back quickly. "I just wanta watch you two go at it. You're both two hot looking dudes, especially that dude you're throwing the cock to. Any chance he'll give me a crack at that ass once you're done with him," he asked? With a tap at my rib cage, I was instantly put on the spot. No longer able to hide my head in shame, I came up for air and looked his way. Dirty looking and in need of a shave and haircut, he appeared to be in his late twenties. His baggy pants gave no indication of any cock and the oversized shirt he wore dwarfed him. There was a homeless encampment not far from here deep in the woods off the main road. I instantly placed him there just by his appearance. "You're up dude," the guy wedged in my ass spoke as we stood there. He pulled out slightly and then moved back into me to assort his dominance over me. "Ah, I'm not so sure," I answered back as my aggressor reached down and gripped my hard cock. Asserting his claim on me, he jiggled my cock up and down as he eased out of me some to show his cock deep was indeed within me. It was the first time he ever touched my cock and I was shocked. "Ah, come on man," the intruder spoke as he stepped closer to us. As my aggressor slid his ruff hand up and down my ridged cock, the new guy came within feet of us both. "Fuck man, he's got a nice hammer on him doesn't he," he asked the guy against my back. "Sweet fucking pussy on him also dude," he bragged. "He can take a fat cock with no problems I can attest to that." "Yo dude, here's your chance for some different cock if you want some," he spoke in my ear. "Or are you saving yourself just for me dude? No shame in admitting you love my crank filling your ass full of my special cream." Out of the blue, as if we were now putting on a show, he picked up where we left off as the other guy watched intently. Like a fucking piston he rammed into me with precision. My asshole farted and made squishy sounds as he rutted me like a jack-rabbit. I moaned out loud and braised myself against the dumpster. Standing on my tippy toes, I arched back against his trusts lining up our union to perfection. My need for cock now over ruled my embarrassment of the situation. Stepping up beside me so I could see him better, the new guy quickly undid his pants and hauled out a semi hard cock. As I rocked back and forth in rhythm to the thrusting I was experiencing, I saw him cough up a wad of spit and start jerking himself off. His handsome cock was on full display coated with spittle that made it glisten in the bright light. That pink cock head of his was beautiful and so inviting. I was over the moon with lust having never been watched getting fucked like this before. My nuts quickly drew up tighter to my body and ached for relief. Having gone over three days without working a load out of my sack, my bloated nuts couldn't contain my massive load much longer. As if on que, the stranger reached over and grabbed my swinging cock. Gripping it in his fist, he stroked me fast as I moaned my approval. He succeeded in getting maybe ten strokes in before my lumpy thick wad could be felt working its way up my piss tube. I gasped with each contraction and felt my asshole clinch the invading cock tighter with each squirt. As my abundant load flew thru the air, it hit the dumpster like darts aiming for a dart board. The guy on my back instantly knew I was getting my gun and started short stroking me wedged in deeply. Within seconds he stopped his movement and I felt his cock surge. As I withered in afterglow and my sperm slowed to a dribble, I felt him injecting me with his. Three or four strong surges ran up his cock as I felt complete. God, I loved it when a dude shoots his load in me. Breathing heavily now slumped on my back, the heat of his body caused my back to sweat. The stranger released my cock and began beating his own meat aggressively. I could tell by his scrunched up facial expressions it wouldn't be long till he climaxed also. Lumps of my thick white load could be seen on his fingers as he worked his shaft. In the meantime, my aggressor let his half limp cock slip from me and stepped back. As I raised up, he turned and proudly showed off his slimy cock to the stranger. Hoisting up his work shirt, his abused looking cock hung down as a trophy to his accomplishment. That was the new dude needed to tip himself over the top as he moved close to me and started firing off wads of cum that hit my naked thigh. Uncontrollable grunts and groans escaped his mouth with each squirt he fired off. I instantly felt his cum hit my skin and start running down my leg. Mindless of what happened, the guy who fucked me was only concerned about himself. "Hopefully we can do this another time," the mechanic pridefully said to me as I watched him pull his underwear back up and tuck his cock in place. Next came his pants and the buckling of his belt. "That's the fourth time for you and me," he gleefully said making sure the new guy heard his words. I stood there with my sweats still at my feet not knowing what to do next. The strange shook the excess cum off his fingers and then wiped them on his shirt. "Same time next week then dude," he asked as he grinned and gripped his cock? "Don't let this new dude fuck up something good between us," was his last words as he disappeared from the dumpster array. I was left with an awkward silence as the stranger eyeballed me. He quickly then got on his knees in front of me and surprisingly started sucking my cock clean of any cum residue. "Fuck dude, go easy," I instructed him as he nuzzled my cock aggressively. I jerked my hips back in response but he had a strong suction hold on my shriveled-up peter. "Dude, it gets fucking super sensitive after I nut. Come on bro, ease up," I begged. I could hear the guy who fucked me starting his vehicle and pulling away as I stopped resisting and allowed him to finish cleaning me up. When he pulled off my small peter and came up for air, he scooped up the lines of cum he'd shot on my leg and licked his fingers clean. As I reached down to pull my shorts back up my legs, he grabbed my hand to stop me. "Turn around for me dude," he asked with a wild look in his eyes. "I want eat out your cummy hole." "Fuck, no way guy," was my initial response as I pulled harder on my waistband. "I aint into any of that weird shit like that." We had a bit of a tug of war for a few seconds with my shorts before he pleaded his case more. "Dude, haven't you ever had your ass eaten out," he threw at me as I stared down at him? "I just watched you get fucked and a guy emptied his nuts in your guts. Dump that embarrassment shit out the window with me at this point. I love cum and I want to taste that other dude's offerings. Come on, give in man, turn around and live a little. Your just as pervy as I am or you wouldn't be out here behind a dumpster giving your ass up to just anybody. Don't get all holly then thou on me. Your just like me but in a nicer package." I couldn't argue with his logic and took way too long to come up with a reasonable defense not to. He was right as rain; I'd never had my ass eaten out before and the thought intrigued me instantly. As I stuttered and fought to find words, he ran his hand up and down my hairy thigh. "Dude, just turn around for Christ's sake." Mindlessly, I followed his lead as I stepped around and stood there afraid of what came next. When he pried apart my cheeks with both his hands, I jerked and cringed. Talk about totally embarrassed now. He was looking at my most private spot. "Fuck man, he's got you wetter than shit. Your asshole looks abused as fuck," was the last words he uttered before I felt him dive into me. Instantly, I was a goner. The sensation was beyond amazing as I still cringed at the idea. He was attacking my best assets with his tongue in a way no dude had ever done before. Resigned to the fact that a man like me who goes for straight guys would ever know or feel affection afterwards, this was an alien feeling. So, this is what happens when a real gay guy returns the favor I thought as I melted. I fidgeted around slightly at first and leaned into the dumpster again to arch my hips up. Loud grunts escaped my mouth uncontrollably as he dug his tongue deep into my dilated pucker. It was then we both heard a car driving up the small alley way towards us. "Fucking cops," he barked at me as he backed away and hunkered down. With my shorts still down at my feet, he encouraged me to follow his lead by tugging on them. Thankfully, I managed to pull my them up around my waist before I hit the ground. Catching a quick glimpse of the black and white SUV thru a crack, I knew he was right. Hiding like a common criminal, my heart beat faster. I feared getting caught like this and having my name being the laughing stock of my Police barracks. "Fucking gay cop in our mists got caught with his pants down," echoed in my ears. The vehicle drove up slowly, then stopped right beside the dumpsters. I then heard a car door being opened and froze with fear. A mantra of "I'll never do anything this stupid again," run thru my brain over and over as I begged God not to get caught. Hearing the officer's footsteps in the crunchy gravel, we maneuvered ourselves around behind the dumpster hoping to be hidden better. A loud tap of a night stick scared the fuck out of me when he struck the side of the dumpster alone the road. "If there's any guys in there pull your pants up and come on out," roared thru the air followed by three more loud thumps of the night stick on the dumpster. I tried to calm my compadre who wanted us to take off running. "Relax dude," I whispered. "It's best we see this thru," I said as I held my finger up to my lips to say quiet. After a few seconds of silence, I heard the cop walked into the hookup area. It wasn't long before I heard a "Fucking faggots," leave his lips and it cause my blood to boil. I figured he must have seen my cum load that had run down the side of the dumpster where I had shot it. "Just a little too fucking late this time," was uttered from him before he returned to his vehicle. When he finally pulled away, we both sighed a huge breath of relief. "Man, I can't get caught doing this again," came from my new found friend as we both got to our feet. "You've been arrested for doing this before," I asked as I brushed the dirt from my knees. "Oh yeah, like two times already," he answered in an almost bragging tone. "Lots of guy hookup back here. It's a known hangout for our kind. I'm surprised you haven't been caught yet. But I guarantee you'll be back," he snickered. "It's a great place to get some strange cock when your in-need bro." "You wanta come back to my campsite just thru the woods over that way for some more action," he asked as he pointed in the direction of his bunk? "I aint got no place to be so we could spend the rest of the afternoon fucking up a storm if you got the time dude." Obviously, I declined much to his dismay. I was invited to visit him anytime, "I got a wild hair up my ass and wanted it scratched," according to him. We shook hands and parted ways but not before he traced his hand over my clothed butt and smacked it hard. I hate to admit this to you guys, but I sought him out about a week after this. After a stressful couple shifts and a night where a gun was fired at me as I chased a fleeing vehicle, I needed a mindless fuck badly. Avoiding a possible bad experience again at the porn shop, I opted to give him a shot. Parking my truck in a shopping center across the street for the bookstore, I crossed four lanes of traffic looking for his camp in the woods behind the establishment. With twigs snapping and dead palm fronds rustling, I finally found a well-worn path thru the dense woods. Off in the distance I could see an array of tents and sleeping backs. As I stepped closer, there was a campfire circle and a large log placed alongside it. "Yo, how's everyone doing," I hollered as I approached three guys sitting in lawn chairs? "I'm looking for a young guy with blond hair. Hangs out down at the bookstore sometimes." All three pointed towards a cardboard box with a blanket covering the one end. Scanning me from head to toe, they all knew and started snickering as I walked away. "Hey, anyone home," I announced loudly as I approached the large refrigerator box. Parting the blanket and easing himself out of his makeshift home, I could see he was naked except for his baggy boxer shorts. Looking just as disheveled but not as dirty as before, it was obvious I had woken him up. It was just before twelve o'clock and he was still sleeping. Scratching his junk and yawning at the same time, I felt bad I'd waken him. As I eased closer and his eyes adjusted to the bright sun light, he recognized me. "Holly fuck dude, you came," he happily said as I watched him stretch the kinks out of his body. "You just made my day mother fucker. I'm hoping you're here for nookie," he asked of me? Within ten minutes of him drinking some rancid coffee, of which he offered me some, I was shimming myself into his cardboard box home. Stripping off my tee shirt and shorts before I got in, I was naked as a jaybird for all to see. He crawled in beside me removing his underwear as he scooted. You'd think he would have smelled or something. But that was farthest from the truth. Bragging he'd taken a shower a two days ago, I was so fucking pleasantly surprised. I think you guys can figure out what happened next between us. Let's just say he really knew how to use that cock between his legs! Leaving a few hours later, my butthole was raw as fuck. With more and more signs telling me to be more careful, I tried listening sometimes. I restored to a more modern way of meeting dudes in hopes of being a little more careful. Drawn quickly to the slide left or right app, (we all know which one it is,) wasn't so much my cup of tea. So many dudes' profile and picture don't match the person you meet up with. See Tarzan hear Jane, was a common factor in many of the hookups I attempted. I also learned quick and realized that part of an attraction is the physical appearance of a person in real life. Venturing into other electronic forms of gaydoms, the birdie one provided lots of jerkoff material. Guys who posted real pictures of themselves along with vids of them jerking off or having sex milked my sack many a lonely night after shift. I landed on one fellow quite by accident that really sparked my interest. There is this bull of a black guy who whored himself out as a top looking for bottoms to fuck. I was flabbergasted by the amount of tail he was getting and posting the vids to his account. Fucking only dudes and mostly white guys, I instantly became obsessed. I fantasied watching and examined every detail of his balls and cock. Stropping vids and capturing screen shot pictures, I flooded my hard drive with pictures of him. After having such an intense relationship with Theo, (You all remember Theo, right?) I knew I still longed for a nice thick and long black cock. It's true, that once your bred that deeply by such an enormous black cock, it sticks with you that you want to experience it again. By all accounts and after studying the vids, this guy's cock compared in size and girth to Theo's. I watched as so many guys gave their asses up to him that I was envious on all accounts. On a whim after having way too many beers one evening, I texted him on a dare from my brain. Much to my surprise, he answered back within an hour. I praised his ability to perform on camera and admitted I was a super fan of his. After I exchanged a picture with him, he wanted us to hook up. "I assume your contacting me because you want experience this piece of meat I have," he asked being totally up front with me? After nervously answering back I was, he reviled his location. As luck would have it, he was located an hour from me. I mean, can you believe the luck? That's when the jitters really kicked in and I knew I had to make a decision. "Don't worry about me recording you unless you want me to," he answered putting a little of my fears at rest. Let's meet up, fuck around as see if we match up well together. I always tell my bottoms straight up, this is good time fuck and in no way am I looking for a relationship, understand," he texted. Instantly put at ease considering the fiasco that happened between Thro and I over being filmed. It was my choice now if I wanted to go down that road. I was asking where and when we could get together. He insisted we meet at motels near him in the beginning and that I needed to pay for the room. When you get into town, hit me up and we'll hook up. What you do afterwards is up to you. I agreed to all his terms as my cock tented my underwear sitting there. I asked if he was free this coming Saturday night and he was. It was a date and I was over the moon with excitement and worry. All week long I was a nervous nellie and giddy as a school girl at the same time. I know, a fucking cop who risks his life everyday he leaves home is giddy about a hook up. But hey, I'm human and a lot of the public forgets that about us guys in law enforcement. I wore the fucking skin off my shaft watching his vids intently leading up to Saturday night. Thank God I wasn't forced to grab another shift on Saturday and the wheels were set in motion. I drove down and secured a room at a medium grade motel. Nothing fancy but certainly not a shit hole. Having gotten a crip high and tight at the barber before I left home, I still smelled on bay rum when I checked in. After texting my location and room number, the deal was set in stone and I nervously paced the room as I waited. Dressed to impress, I wanted to make a good impression on our first encounter. Unpacking my night travel bag, I placed the good lube I'd acquired while with Theo and a new bottle of poppers on the nightstand. I heard a high-performance truck pull up out front of my room and it parked beside my own. Shinny and looking well maintained, I was impressed. As he got out, I instantly recognized his face from his account. Sighing a big sigh of relief, my asshole puckered as I watch a hulking hunk of man approach my door. When he knocked, I instantly answered and we took in each other's appearance and demeanor in the doorway. "Alex," I asked already knowing I had the right man? "Kent," came from him as he extended his arm and we shook hands. Instantly impressed by the strength of his hand shake, I knew I'd made the right choice as I encouraged him in and closed the door. I'm a good-sized dude, but he dwarfed me by about three inches and was solid looking as fuck thru the shoulders. "You play football or something in college," I asked of him to help break the thickness of the room? "Football and amateur body building which I still try to keep up with," he answered. He studied me for a few more seconds before he spoke again. "Military or Law Enforcement," he asked then of me? "It's that obvious," I answered as I shook my head in disbelief. "State Trooper if I'm going to be totally honest and I'm hoping that's going to stay between just us two?" He smiled, nodded his head in agreement. "You're not my first cop. Cops are my actuality my specialty. I can really get you guys to relax and enjoy the moment. Lots of your type like being with a black guy. Especially white cops. I get it. Trust me, your secret is totally safe with me. I kind of figured before I met you what I was dealing with. Your picture screamed law enforcement. And, the truck I parked beside had a support the blue sticker in the back window along with a parking sticker for your Police barracks." "You been with a big dicked black guy before," he asked as he sat on the bed and started unlacing his sneakers? "Or has this always been a dream of yours?" As I followed his lead, I kicked off my boots and gave him a brief history of Theo and I. "He was hung like you and we fucked regularly for a couple months. Long story short it didn't work out to well in the end. But I have craved that cock since we broke up. There was never anything wrong with the sex. Hell, that was the best part." "And you allowed him to go all the way, if you know what I'm implying," he asked as he stood and started pulling off his shirt? "For sure," I answered as I watch his solid shiny black chest come into view. I whimpered like a girl inside as I studied his beautiful upper body. "I already know you don't like the protection route and I'm totally cool with that. Hell, honestly, that's what I'm here for, the full treatment." He smiled at me with delight as he encouraged me to remove my shirt also. He studied my body with his eyes as more and more of it came into view. Feeling like a side of beef, I seeking his approval to become one of his regular cum dumps. We got down to business rather quickly to see if we matched up well in bed together. The rules for our first encountered were well covered beforehand. He wasn't a big oral kind of guy and asked if I wanted to get to know his cock better that way, we'd save it for another time. Anal was front and center and was obviously the main reason we both were here. On my stomach and well-greased, he took his time entering and plunging deeply into my guts. Short strokes were proceeded with deeper penetration as he worked his magic on my ass. I took only two deep shots of poppers before I started feeling his wiry bush moving its way against my upturned butt cheeks. He was impressed with my ability to take him so deeply the first time and praised my asshole as he began to really start thrusting into me. My mind drifted back to Theo and wished it was still him doing the fucking as I gave it my all. Short of about fifteen minutes of intense thrusting and slowing down to make it last, he plunged balls deep and unloaded in me. The intense of the surges up the length of his shaft convinced me I was getting injected with a large offering. I was on a high like I hadn't had since Theo. In afterglow lying beside each other, he offered me the opportunity to become a regular for him. "Once or twice every two weeks works for me," he offered as he traced the hairs on my chest. "No strings, easy access and all the black cock you can handle, you in?" Back in the saddle with a slimy asshole from a big dicked black dude and a big grin on my face, I think you guys know what I answered. Positive comments always apricated and encouraged to dogbone421@aol.com