Date: Fri, 28 Mar 2014 19:14:08 -0700 (PDT) From: Bob Archman Subject: Waldo 5 Waldo the Virgin Hunter 5 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! You meet all sorts of people as a University Policeman. I am pretty open minded about most people, with the major exception of crooks and bad guys. I never encountered anything like a murder, but I have an intense dislike of muggers, purse-snatchers and bullies. I was a big kid, but it never occurred to me to use my size to terrorize smaller kids. I wanted to be the cowboy in the white hat. While something like purse snatchings or muggings are classified as minor crimes, it is not minor to the victim. I like to make sure it becomes a major event in the life of the perpetrator. I think it is important to make sure he or she understands the error of his or her ways. While discouraging crime is my primary goal, nipping it in the bud is another objective. Catching a perp in the act is comparatively rare but very satisfying. I try to never over react, but I can be firm, very firm. I also discovered that few things disable a mugger more than intense excruciating pain. I interrupted an attempted cell phone snatching in an alley. The victim was a young girl and the snatchers were two teenaged boys. One was older and bigger than the other. The younger one got away but I collared the older one. He put up a fight that was unwise. He was one of those kids who thought watching Kung Fu movies was martial arts training. I disabled him and cuffed him quickly. I had called for backup and the city cops appeared. He had the girl's cell phone in his pocket, which made it difficult claim innocence. He also had his pants unzipped and his cock on the wrong side the fly. I had been exceedingly firm, but I was mild mannered compared to the city police and eventually the judge. They had been looking for someone who had the same modus operandi as my mugger. There had been one rape and one attempted rape in downtown. The city police had evidence since rapist don't wear condoms, but no suspect. I had provided a suspect. The girl was shaken up. One of our female officers arrived with a woman from the counseling center. The officer, Liza Jones, was petite, pretty and hard as nails. She was strong and had a knack for calming down nearly hysterical people. The girl's parents, who lived in the suburbs, arrived to take her home. Lisa was good with them. While Lisa was calming, she was reassuringly firm about the perp's punishment. There were stories that Lisa used diced rapist's testicles as a garnish on her breakfast cereal. When they passed out virtues, they skipped mercy when they made Lisa, especially when it came to sexual predators. The girl's mother was an uptight banker. Her father, Rollo, was a burly construction superintendent. He wanted to kill the mugger. I agreed with him, but I told him that since the man was a serial rapist, his life in jail would not be a cakewalk. The city police said his first victim had been a 13-year-old girl. That would not go over well in jail. I had dislocated the perpetrator's shoulder and delivered a knee to his groin so he was in great pain. That seemed to satisfy the dad. I had been on the scene almost immediately so his daughter was only scared. Lisa said there was a good chance she would not need to testify at the trial, since the rape charges would take precedence over the assault. Lisa took the girl and her mother off to take a statement. I talked with Rollo. I explained how things worked and told him that Lisa was good with this sort of case. He was afraid a plea deal might let the man out on the street. "The police have DNA evidence and I caught him in the act," I explained. "There is no need for a plea deal; they can just lock him away. We will not use your daughter's name unless absolutely necessary. The other charges are so serious; we will keep her out of it." "I hear about these guys getting off all the time," he said. "It does happen once and a while, but the local judges here aren't open minded about rapists. He could go to a trial, but that would get his name in the paper. If he gets off he has to leave town, and if he's convicted the guys in the jail have their own approach to justice," I explained. "It's best if he just pleads guilty and hopes no one in the pen finds out what he did." "I wish you had hurt him worse," Rollo said. "I hurt him just enough," I said. "Excessive force can be a problem. I keep my eyes on the prize, a long stint in jail. I never want personal satisfaction to get in the way of a conviction." We talked for a while and he cooled down. Over the next few weeks, I saw Rollo a few times. His daughter had a night class and he came to pick her up. He was not going to let her walk alone around the campus at night. He was working on a new building in downtown, so he was near the campus daily. He just stayed late after work. A week later, we found the DNA from the rape victims matched and our perp was inedited for one rape and one attempted rape. He did not get bail. With all the evidence, he pleaded guilty and went off for a minimum of twenty years to life, with no chance of probation until the sentence was complete. When I saw Rollo next, I was off duty and we went to a restaurant for dinner. I kept Rollo up to date on the case. I told him I lived near the campus and he could crash in my apartment. I gave him my card with my home phone and address on the back. It was in early December when he knocked at my door. A rainstorm had turned into an ice storm that had glazed the roads in ice. His daughter had gone home earlier but her cell phone was dead and she hadn't been able to call him. I asked him in for the duration of the storm. I made some burgers and we had a few beers. Rollo looked tired. I found out that his wife had ovarian cancer and it had spread. The attack on his daughter was just another layer of disaster. He was trying to hold it all together. The beers relaxed him a lot. We talked about his situation. The conviction of the rapist was he only good news he had in a while. "Have you been married?" he asked, "Are you dating someone?" "Nope, never been married, not dating, and not really looking either," I said. Rollo looked at me and then smiled. "It takes all kinds to make the world go round," he said. "A few guys on my crew aren't the husband type either." The lights flickered and went out. He called his home. All was well there. He said he would get home as soon as possible, but his wife was sensible. She insisted that he wait until the next day. She said the roads were completely impassible. "Would you mind a roommate for the night?" he asked. That was fine with me. I found a candle and we did what men do. We had another beer or two. I has a gas log in the fireplace, so heat wasn't a problem. "I seems like I'm cheating when I am lying back and relaxing. Everything is high stress at home and at work," Rollo said. "I've been using my vacation time to take my wife to the hospital. My bosses are good, but the project I'm working on is difficult and complicated." "Well, there is nothing you can do about anything tonight," I said. "Mother nature has given you a time out. I was nice when you were a teenager and you could go to the bathroom and jerk off. That was all I needed for quick stress relief." Rollo laughed. "How long did that last for you?" he asked. "Fifteen minutes was the maximum for me before the urge took hold again." "I may have made it for a half hour," I said. "It was nice when jerking off was the most exciting thing in your life. It was simple and uncomplicated." "Shit, it still is the most I can do since my wife got sick," Rollo said. "I moved on to blow jobs with a pal. We tried it out as a dare," I said. "We ended up daring each other a lot. We didn't admit we actually like it." I paused. "I still like it." "I never gave a blow job, but when I was in the Navy there was a guy was into it," Rollo said. "I gave it a try." "How was it?" "It was real good, it certainly did the trick," Rollo replied. "A lot of guys used him. He was fast and got every drop. There was never a messy spot on your uniform! He knew what was important to sailors!" We laughed. I had mentioned the blowjobs just to see how he would react. He was willing. "If you are in need, I can be helpful," I said. "You would?" "Sure, I don't mind helping a pal," I replied. "It's getting hot in here. Let's get more comfortable." Rollo began to unbutton his shirt. "I must have had more to drink than I thought I did," Rollo said. He paused. "I really liked it when the guys in the Navy ate my cock scum," he added in whisper. "I doubt that will be a problem. By the way, I make it a point of not remembering what happened the night before," I said. Rollo looked at me for a second and smiled. He removed his shirt. He was uneasy but once my lips wrapped around his cock all was well. He was a big and chunky polar bear, covered in white hair. He was a natural blond and had pink skin. His cock was uncut and of average length. His cock head was big and the shaft was thick. He had balls the size of grapefruit. That is a bit of an overstatement, but they were big and heavy. I worked my tongue into the puckered foreskin and licked the tip of his cock head. Sometimes it takes some time to get a playmate aroused, but as soon as my tongue made contact, Rollo was into it. As his organ firmed up, it began to ooze. His slit was wide and I could get my tongue into it and lick up the ooze as it emerged. A minute or two later he filled my mouth with the thick creamy stuff. He must have a week's supply of sperm saved up. I had never taken a load like his. He shivered and twitched a few times but most of his energy focused on the ejaculations. They were forceful and numerous. After the orgasm, his cock became sensitive. I was gentle but kept it in my mouth. He would twitch some, and eventually I coaxed a few more ejaculations from the organ. "Are you feeling a little more relaxed?" I asked when I finally pulled off. "Damn, I didn't know I could still do that," he whispered. "It's been years." "I'm glad to be of service," I said. "Would you mind if I sucked a little longer?" "Hell no, be my guest," he replied. I returned to my sucking duties. It had been a huge orgasm, but in the back of my mind, I thought he had more cream in his monster balls. I was very gentle and Rollo almost dozed off. I felt good about getting him off and was pleased he was so relaxed. He needed a tension release and I had done that. He had been nervous about a blowjob earlier. Now it seemed as if it was the most natural thing in the world. Sucking a sleeping man is not that exciting, but his genitals were still drooling enough rich, ball juices to keep me interested. He also began to get hard again. The erection and the increased flow of precum made it clear he had more to give. He began to moan and soon I was gobbling up his special brew for a second time. He fell asleep. I sucked for a little longer and then dozed off. He woke up at 5:00. Construction workers start their day early. He went to the bathroom. When he returned he said, "That was good, really good. I'm afraid you got the short end of the stick. You did all the work." "I'm not complaining. To tell you the truth I'm usually a fucker not a sucker and I'm not that into cum," I said. "I've never enjoyed a man's cock caviar as much as yours. I enjoyed every drop of it as well as the dispenser." The lights turned on, and with it the heat. I saw he was naked and semi erect. "I wouldn't mind some breakfast in bed," I added. He stepped closer and I went to work. His balls had recharged during the night had he was fully loaded. This time I could sense Rollo getting more excited as he approached the orgasm. He had a very forceful orgasm followed by quiet period of small ejaculations and drooling sperm. A sudden boom of thunder surprised us both. A warm front had come in overnight. A terrific rainstorm followed the thunder and washed away the ice. A half hour later, it felt like spring. Rollo dressed and went to work. I had a full day ahead. There was a basketball game that night and crowd control combined with post game celebrations were always a problem. Officially, I was to be on duty at 2:00 that afternoon, but I was one of the few university police who lived near the university. I dropped in to see what was up. The ice storm had been much worse in the suburbs and there were large electrical outages and blocked roads. Only a portion of the early crew had made it in. classes were postponed until noon, but there was always something to do. The basketball game was with a rival from the western part of the state. Our team was doing well; theirs was not. Virginia Technical Institute was a large school in a rural area that tended to be redneck flavored. Our school was as urban as you could get in Virginia, and people considered it a hippie school. Hippies had long vanished, but the aura remained. The VTI people thought there was something wrong with a hippie school beating a redneck school. It was a busy night. A week later Rollo stopped in again. Actually, I saw him walking by my apartment and asked him in. His daughter was taking an exam. We talked a little while, but he was too uneasy to bring up the obvious reason for his visit. "I would hate for you to think that I'm a sex-crazed guy, but I would love a roll in the hay with you," I finally said. Rollo looked relieved. "I was afraid I didn't do much the last time I was here," he said. "I wasn't sure you would be interested." "Shooting off three or four times isn't exactly nothing in my book," I said. "I'm not a cum-hound, but I admit I liked yours. I sometimes take the load just to be polite, but yours was a pleasure." We went to the bedroom and stripped. It was just as good as the first time. Rollo was more relaxed and his cock was even harder. We played for an hour and then he went off to get his daughter. Her class was over and she wasn't going to be taking any more night classes. He lost his excuse to see me and I wondered if he would find some way to connect. A few weeks later, he called me on Saturday and asked if I was free. I was. "I guess you know why I'm here," he said. "I really enjoy what we have been doing. I hope you don't mind," I laughed. "I'm pretty sure you aren't the only guy who likes sex," I said. "You may have noticed I like it too." "I'm not really a gay guy," Rollo said. "I just like the sex. I feel really good after I've been here." "Well, I am gay and I like the sex too," I replied. "Why don't we just relax and go with the flow. Have you been able to tell the difference between a gay orgasm and a strait orgasm?" "That's what seems to bother me," Rollo said. "There is a good chance the gay orgasms are better." "Let's just get naked and see if we can make it even better," I said. "That's a plan!" he said as we went to the bedroom. We stripped and much to my surprise Rollo dropped to his knees and licked my cock. Apparently, the lick was a success and he tried sucking. We were soon on the bed in the sixty-nice position. He copied my movements and that was good for both of us. After five minutes or so, Rollo was into it and comfortable. We broke apart to cool down. "Are you okay?" I asked. "I like it a lot more than I thought I would," he said. "Am I doing it right?" "You are doing just fine," I said. "I'll tell you when I get close." We returned to our sucking duties. He popped shortly thereafter and I gobbled it down. It was a real gully washer and he dozed off. I kept on sucking his soft cock and it came back to life about ten minutes later. It was sticking straight up and was spit lubed, I straddled it and sat back. It was almost wider than it was long, but it was long enough to reach my prostate. "Holy shit!" he exclaimed. I was almost dizzy. His huge knob was poking my prostate and I was flying high. I wiggled on his love stick until I felt him squirting in my ass. I sat there for a while squeezing his deflating cock. "That was great," he said. "I have to go now; I have some errands to run this morning." We broke apart and took a quick shower and he was on the way. He called me a few days later after work. I was on the night shift and was on the way to work so I couldn't talk for long. I said I was off all day Sunday. He said he might drop by Sunday afternoon. Rollo showed up at 1:00. We had a beer. I had the feeling that he wanted to say something, but did not know how to say it. "Are you here for fun or conversation?" I asked. "I guess you can tell I like sex a lot," he said. "I like you as a pal too. It's just that it's never going to be more than that. I'm not in love and I'm not going to be in love. I don't want to deceive you into thinking it is any more than just sex. Is just sex enough for you?" "To tell you the truth, it is," I replied. "I'm not looking for true love. If I find it, that is fine, but I am happy with a pal and benefits." I looked at Rollo and he looked relieved. "I'm a gay man, but I can understand liking man sex without the emotional attachment. That doesn't bother me at all." "I can't believe I'm doing it," Rollo said. "It may be because of my wife's illness. She is a loving woman, but sex is not possible. She physically cannot do it. The meds and painkillers are too much. When I connected with you, it was a bolt of lightning out of nowhere. I could believe I was doing it and that it was so good. It's not just good; it is mind-blowingly good. I feel guilty to be enjoying it so much." "You're a good father and husband and you are keeping it all together. Sometimes you need to recharge the batteries. You need to take a break from taking care of others and give yourself a present. An hour a week isn't too much," I said. "There is no need to feel guilty." "If I could only do more . . ." he said. "If you could do more than 24/7 you would, but that's not possible," I replied. "One hour off duty a week isn't a sin or a crime. We all need a break. All you are doing is seeing a pal. Think of it as getting an oil change and topping off the fluids. I don't want to have your babies and I don't want to take you away from your family. There is no reason for you to feel guilty." "Damn I'm horny!" he exclaimed. "Let work on that," I said. "If it's good for you and good for me, let's do it." We went to the bedroom. "I really liked fucking you last week," Rollo said. "Did you like it too?" "I did; it was good. Do you want to do it again?" "I sure do," he replied. "Do you want to fuck me?" "Of course I do, but it is different strokes for different folks," I said. "I never go where I'm not wanted." "I'm not sure I will like it, but I wouldn't mind your cock in me," he whispered. "Let's play it by ear," I said. "If we try it can we agree that if it is good, all is well. If it's not so good, nothing happened and we forget about it?" "That's fine for me," Rollo replied. He fucked me. I told him not to hold back and to fuck me full throttle. That was a complete success. He was lucky he didn't shoot a major internal organ his my ass when he shot off. I was afraid his massive orgasm would have drained him for the entire rest of the afternoon, but he fully recharged in a half hour. I fingered his ass. I used tons of lube and essentially massaged his anus. Eventually I worked a finger in and located his prostate. I wasn't sure he realized his prostate was a sex organ and that was exciting surprise for him. He was tight, but not too tight and my cock opened him comparatively easily. Once my cock head rubbed his prostate, he was mine. I rubbed it until he was gasping for breath. I pulled out and sat on his cock again. After I got him all excited, I got off his cock and shoved my cock in him again. He was open by then and we connected. After I came, I pulled out and almost dosed off. He fucked me again and by the end of the afternoon, every drop of his man seed was in my ass and my sperm was enjoying the deepest parts of his ass.