Date: Mon, 20 Jan 2014 19:38:25 -0800 (PST) From: Bob Archman Subject: waldo the virgin Hunter 4 Waldo the Virgin Hunter 4 By Bald Hairy Man This is a story for adult men. It depicts gay sex. If this offends or bothers you, DO NOT READ IT. It is a fantasy and is not a sex manual, or a discussion of safe sex. If you have, comments send them to bldhrymn@yahoo.com or bldhrymn@aol.com If you enjoy these stories. Please consider giving a donation to Nifty! While I like sex, I don't seek it out. I've always been lucky. Even with police issue trousers my package is visible if you are looking. Enough people look to keep me happy. University communities are gay friendly. That was nice, but underage kids and adolescent confusion aren't my thing, I like mature men. Universities are also noted for having women out walking after dark. They tended to attract a particularly unattractive type of man. I pulled night duty regularly. Since I'm a big guy, I can be intimidating, but more importantly I have a nose for bad actors. The best way to fight crime is to keep it from happening. Getting these guys to leave the campus before they do something requires some special skills. If you are too direct you can be accused of harassment. While I think harassment is better than a rapist on the loose that is hard to prove. Usually I try to give them a nice long stare. I try to make eye contact and make sure they know I have noticed them. Sometimes I ask them if the need some help finding a building. Once you have picked out a guy for special attention, they usually leave the campus. The university police force has no undercover officers. The City Police and State Troopers do. If there is a big problem we coordinate with them. We get along well with the City Police. They are happy for us to deal with students and their discontents. We help them when they need it and they help us. State Troopers tend to focus on rural and suburban Virginia. They tend to be like fish out of water in downtown Richmond. While they are skilled at dealing with drunk rednecks, drunk English majors are a different matter. I am a country boy too, but I am a fast learner and pretty adaptable. I am also affable and easy to get along with. From time to time we did training work with potential undercover troopers. I was given that task. Troopers tend to have a high sense of their importance, and don't like being treated as rubes. I didn't have that problem and I could explain things. My first trooper was a good guy things went well. We worked together for a month and he got the knack. A month later I had another trooper. Trooper Seth Miller was a straight arrow and a product of the public schools of Galax. Galax is a nice town, but its entire population is a quarter of the enrolment of Hanover University. He had been in the navy, but spent most of the time on an aircraft carrier. He was 27, but he was a good Southern Baptist boy and he seemed younger. Fortunately he was smart, and no fool. He was willing to learn. It was clear that he would never pass for an urban sophisticate, but there were low life country boys in the city. With Seth's accent, he could fit in that category. Seth was hung up on gays, but that was pure Southern Baptist indoctrination. He was under the impression he had never met a gay man or woman. Of course in Galax there were no gays, only bachelor uncles and maiden aunts. In the fall we had purse snatcher in the neighborhood. It was possibly a gang of several men, since the M.O. was the same but the descriptions varied. One or two of perps liked violence. They liked to knock over the women they attacked. Disturbingly the violence was getting worse. I suspected someone liked hurting women. The attacks occurred in the neighborhood next to the University, but they were moving on our direction. We were on alert. On Thursday night one of our students was attacked in an alley next to the Art Building. Two passing students interrupted the assault and went after the attacker. They caught him, but the mugger had a knife one of the students was slashed. I went to the hospital with Seth to interview the wounded man. The student, Bobbie Smith, was badly slashed, but was not critical. He said he had hit the assailant with a tee-square. He was an interior design student, and he said he gave the man good blow. I called the city police and told them to check for blood. They assumed it was all Bobbie's. A DNA test might be useful when we caught the guy. Bobbie volunteered that if he had been able to get a second blow he could have killed the asshole. He also gave us a good description. The man's face was hidden, but Bobbie knew the designer of his clothes. The assailant wore designer jeans and an up-scale hoody. They were expensive. He must have been spending his ill-gotten gains on clothes. Bobbie was what is technically known as a flaming faggot. After we left Seth was discombobulated. "Was he gay?" he asked. "He's either gay, or stunningly effeminate. I'd put my money on gay and effeminate," I said. "He sure went after that perp," Seth remarked. "The ambulance driver told me he kept on fighting even after he was cut." We went to interview the other student. Dana Thomson had helped the victim. He was twice the size of Bobby and was a little embarrassed he had not been that helpful. "Bobbie is small but he's fast. He went after him like a bat out of hell!" He had the same general description as Bobbie, but he had noted that the mugger had a slight limp. Sometimes being at a University s good. Thomson was a physical therapy student, he also added the mugger's weight and height to the profile. That little bit of informations was just what the city police needed. The clothes' information was helpful too; the hoody had only one distributor in Richmond and the store had cameras. Our mugger had friends with him when he bought the hoody. Seth came to my apartment after most of our times on the beat. At first most of the conversations were work related. It turned more personal. He seemed to be interested in Bobbie. Bobbie wasn't what he thought a gay man should be. Gay men weren't supposed to be aggressive and brave. "Brave people can be gay or straight," I said. "A fag and a wimp aren't the same thing." "That doesn't seem right, Seth said. "Let me tell you, if you want to become a good cop, you had better concentrate on what is, not on what should be. You can get into deep shit by making assumptions, with no facts to back them up." "We didn't have any fags at home," he said. "You know the sexual habits of everyone in your town?" Seth looked at me. "I guess I don't. That's probably a good thing," he admitted. "You have a girl friend?" I asked. "Not now," he said, "I had one in high school, but when I went in the Army, she found another guy and married him. She was a nice girl and we didn't do anything sexual. I hear gay guys have sex all the time." "It seems to me that most straight guys would like the same thing," I said. "They give blow jobs," he said. "I can't believe that guys do that." "Guys do lots of things," I said. "Lots of things feel better than their description's suggest. It always seemed to me that it was improbable that sex would work anyway, not alone be pleasurable. It is pleasurable in spite of the improbability." "I never had a blow job," Seth said in a whisper. "Have you?" I looked at him and took my time answering. I couldn't tell if he was testing me, or if he was interested. I was undecided until I noticed his pants were tented. I decided to tell him the truth. "Yes," I said, "it was great. I can recommend it." "It was that good?" he asked. "Is sex that good, better than jerking off?" "It sure is," I replied. I knew what he wanted, but I wasn't sure he could admit it to himself. I went to get another beer. I gave him the can and when he popped the top, it sprayed beer all over him and me. I cleaned up what I could. "Give me your shirt, I can wash it," I said. "You don't need to do that," Seth replied. "You're a State trooper, you can't drive home smelling of beer." I explained. He took off his shirt. He was muscular and toned. "Go take a shower. That should take care of the beer smell," I added. "The bathroom is off my bedroom." "You are covered in beer too," Seth said. "You go first, I'll clean up later, I said. He showered and when he came out I was in the bedroom, naked. I went in the bath, he was drying off and half hard. "Let me help you with that," I said as I bent over and swallowed his cock head. I figured he would either run form the room in horror, or be the happiest man in the world. It was he later. His foreskin had pulled back and exposed the head, I ran my tongue around the flared edge. He had cleaned it well, but ball juices had begun to ooze. I licked the underside of the head when the foreskin connected to the head. That was a tender spot on my cock and it was tender on his. He shivered, "Tender?" I asked. "Yes," he whispered. "What do I have to do?" "Just relax and let nature take its course," I said. "I can do it all." "What if I shoot?" "Seth, I'm a guy too and I know what's going to happen," I said. "I'm a big boy. Don't you worry." I deep throated him. He almost passed out. He was ripe. He tried to pull away when he shot off, but I held him tight. He was fully loaded. I served up a mouthful. "Are you okay? I asked. "Oh yeah, it felt great," he said. "Do I have to do you?" "No, you can do what you want," I said. "It's time for my shower." I got off the bed and went into the bath. A few minutes later he looked in. "I need to rinse off, can I join you?" he asked. Of course that was fine for me. For a man who was sucking a cock for the first time the shower is a good place to start. He thought of his cock as a drain, not as a joy stick. The shower insured my cock was spick and span. He washed my cock and then slowly slipped to the floor of the shower. His lips finally touched my cock. He wasn't bold, but he finally relaxed. "Let's dry off and get back to bed," I said. That was fine with him. "It is much better than I thought it would be," he said. I stroked his hard cock. "I know that, I said. "Naked men can't hide anything." He laughed. That was a good sign. He relaxed and returned to my cock. I shifted on the bed so we could sixty nine. He was worried that he wasn't doing his part. In the sixty nine position everything can be equal. That is what he wanted. "Cocks aren't the most beautiful part of a man's body, but they can be the most fun," I said. If your cock is any indicator, you are ready for a second orgasm." "Is that a problem?" he asked. "Not for me," I said. "Do I have to take yours?" Seth asked. "I like the stuff, it seems like a sign of a job well done. Lots of guys don't like it," I said. "It's up to you. You won't hurt my feelings either way." As I said that, he shot off again. I think he may have had more cream this time. I got up and put his clothes in the dryer. By the time he left that night, he had shot off a third time. I was still fully loaded, but since sperm seemed to worry him, I wasn't in a rush. There was a big shooting is one of the western Virginia counties the next morning and Seth was set off to work the crime scene. He was away for three weeks. He seemed older when he came back. It had been a crazy man who shot eight of his neighbors and wounded four more. It had been a gruesome crime scene and Richmond looked better to him when he returned. Living in the country away from all the city problems wasn't what he thought it was. The purse snatching situation had vanished, and I suspected the word was out that we had some solid clues. Perps seem to think that if they take a vacations, we will forget about them. That isn't the way it works. Some things may shift to the back burner, but it's still on the stove top. Seth and I were on night duty on a Friday after he returned. There was a big country music event in downtown and that seemed to inspire everyone to be bad. We had the eight to four in the morning shift. Usually the city police handled the drunk country boys and we did the drunk students. We soon discovered that Seth had real skills with the country boys and we developed a good cop, bad cop routine. I was the bad cop. Seth would tell the boys that they were loud and disorderly. He said he didn't want to arrest them, but his partner was a real hard ass, and they needed to go before anyone got me mad. Usually they traveled in packs and Seth was able to find a sober guy to drive them home. It was a long, but successful night, there were two fights, but I stopped one and the city police took care of the other. Seth bunked at my apartment. We was on duty again at 10:00 for crowd control at basketball game We had a beer when we got home. "It looked like a bad scene out west," I said. "The whole thing was like a bad made for television movie. There was blood and gore everywhere. All the people were trailer trash, and lied though their teeth. The guy killed a three year old girl," he said. "I found a part of her under a be; he blew her to bits. Dealing with drunks in Richmond seems like a trip to Miami after that." We talked for a while. Then he changed the subject. "I connected with a guy out there. He was a local Deputy," he said. "It was okay, but not as good with you. He was real good looking, but not as friendly. I took his load; he didn't warn me. He tried to fuck me too, but he shot off as soon as his cock touched my ass. " "Was it okay?" I asked. "It wasn't terrible," Seth replied. "This may sound strange, but when I took his cream I realized I wanted to take your cum." "Let's take a shower and see if we can work out a trade," I suggested. Seth was more than willing. Seth was much more relaxed than he had been before. We showered, sucked, showered some more and then went to the bedroom. He seemed both comfortable and at ease with his sexual interests. When he shot off, I shot off. I was thinking this was wonderful, and then I woke up five hours later. We rushed to take care of the basketball game. Officially we were part of the crowd control, but I had a feeling that our purse snatcher might reappear. Seth saw a suspicious man first. People talk about brilliant criminal masterminds. I haven't met any as yet. Most of the criminals I meet are stupid as shit. Our suspect was wearing similar clothes to those Bobbie described. I called in to get back-up. He had a knife before. He was checking out the women who passed him. If we hadn't suspected him, it could have passed for a horny student looking for love. The place was crawling with police and a city cruiser pulled up ahead of the suspect. He turned to get away and walked to Seth and me. He tried to run, but Seth tackled him. He pulled a knife quickly, but I dislocated his shoulder before he could use it. Seth and I subdued him. Up close I could see his hoody was stained. He had washed it, but blood is hard to remove. I was pretty sure it was Bobbie's blood. The city police took him in. We received the credit for the collar, Detective Sheila Thompson got the confession. Shelia was a delicate looking woman who was hard as nails and had a knack for getting confessions. We rolled up the entire ring and their fences. It was a good day. We were pulled off of crowd control to file a report. This was big feather in the University Police's cap. The chief didn't want any screw-ups. He liked to get the paperwork right too Seth came home with me. He was hot to trot. Actually I was in the mood to celebrate too. We were dirty from the wrestling match with the mugger so we showered again. We soaped each other up. I made sure his cock and ass were clean. I even worked a finger into his ass. He didn't object, especially after I massaged his prostate. I told Seth to get on the bed. Seth was bruised and I told him to lie back and let me do the work. I started with his balls, then worked up to his cock and later I rimmed his ass. I was slow and deliberate. I wanted him to get really excited. "Do you want to fuck me?" he asked. "Of course I do," I replied. "You know I'm not going to shoot off before I get in you, don't you?" "I was hoping for that," Seth replied. "Do you want me to shoot in you?" I asked. He said yes. I stood and found the lubricant. I lifted his legs and put them on my shoulders. "You've never had anyone in you before?" I asked. "No one's been in there." "Well, I'd like open you wide. Your ass may want to keep me out. I want you to be defenseless," I said. "Is that good for me?" Sean asked. "You have to let me in," I said. "I can stop anytime you want. I don't go where I am not wanted. I also take my time." I lubricated his ass and my cock. Sean shivered when I nudged my knob into his ass. I pushed gently and slowly increased the pressure. "I'm going to keep on pushing until you relax and open wide," I said. "I don't know if I will do that," Sean whispered. "That's oaky too," I said. I stroked his cock. It was rock hard. After a little while I spread his legs wider and played with his tits. His sphincter relaxed a little. I pinched his tits. His sphincter opened wide and my cock slid into his ass. He was winded, but he didn't lose his erection. That was a good sign. I pulled out some and used my cock head to massage his prostate. I have a nice knob and it seemed to be a perfect fit for Sean's prostate. He had just discovered his prostate and after a few minutes it became his best friend. I pulled out a few times to give him a chance to breathe. "Don't stop!" he cried, "Finish me off!" I did as he asked, but I took my time. He was moaning, twitching and shivering as he responded to every movement. He suddenly gasped for air as his cock began to spurt, Roman candle style. That was too much for me and I rear loaded him. We were silent for a while after our joint orgasm. "I don't believe I did that, he whispered. "It was good?" "It was more than good," he replied. "Is it always like that?" "When you are lucky it is," I replied. I left my cock in him. It had gone soft and I began to pull it out. "Leave it in, please," Sean asked as he squeezed his sphincter. "If you squeeze a few times more, I might get hard again," I said. Needless to say he squeezed and we were off to the races.