Date: Thu, 29 Sep 2005 21:01:18 -0700 (PDT)
From: Wooflix <wooflix@yahoo.com>
Subject: Officer Ken

Note: Usual disclaimers apply. Don't read this if you
are underage, object to gay sex or gays in general.

The Surprise Fuck

I had been talking to this guy on a gay bear chat
site, and it turned our he was going to be in town
visiting friends that moved to my city, that I had
become friends with, too. He was all flirty and stuff,
text messaging me and all. I go and meet the friends
and him for dinner. It was obvious that he wasn't
interested by the time we got back to their house, and
I was feeling pretty bummed about the situation, and
made my exit quickly.

I'm in my late 30's, loveable, friendly, intelligent,
and not bad looking. My dilemma is that I'm about 35
pounds too fat, and as I don't work out, don't have
the muscular definition that it seems most gay guys
want. Man, if you don't look like Vin Diesel, you got
problems getting laid, much less finding a potential
mate.

So, I said my goodnights and gave my friends genuine
hugs and kisses, and a polite hug to the cutie that
disappointed me with him lack of interest.

I didn't live far, so I hopped in the car feeling
rejected, and started the drive home.

I didn't get too far, when I realized that a cop car
was following me. I only had a couple of beers, so I
was safe to drive, but he tailed me for about a mile,
and then flipped on the lights. Shit, that was all I
needed - feeling rejected, and getting a ticket on the
way home.

I rolled down the window as the muscular cop walked up
to the car, and I could tell he was acting leery of
me.

"Sir, get out of the car, and put your hands on the
hood. Slowly."

I did as he asked, although I had no idea why the hell
he was pulling this shit. I was completely innocent!

He was about my height, maybe a little taller, at
about 6'4". I'm always checking cops out, without ever
really thinking I would ever get one's attention for
anything more than harassment.

He kicked my legs apart, and started to frisk me, and
paid a little too much attention to my ass. He also
brushed my nipples a bit too much, which have always
been like starter buttons for me. At that moment, I
was annoyed more than turned on.

The cop gently turned me around, and said "Sir, your
car matched the description of a vehicle that was seen
at a robbery at the 7-11. You don't match the physical
description though, so I'm gonna release you. However,
I'd like to make it up to you, since you are innocent.
May I buy you a cup of coffee?"

I was blown away - a cop, who just frisked me, was
asking me for coffee?

"Sure, I guess so."

The cop said to meet him at the Savory Cafe nearby in
20 minutes, when his shift ended. He needed to go back
and check the crime scene again, just in case.

I got back in my car, and drove over to the cafe, and
waited in my car for him to arrive. I called a buddy
on my cell to tell him what happened, and of course he
kidded me for picking up a man in uniform.

Finally, the cop arrived, and I got out of my car and
walked into the cafe with him, and he even held the
door open for me.

We ordered two coffees, and took a table off to the
side - it was late in the evening, so we were pretty
much the only customers.

So, after we sat down, He more properly introduced
himself as Officer Ken Jolly, and we made small talk.
As I said he was tall, had a muscular build, and of
course looked dashing in his uniform. His bright blue
eyes danced as he smiled at me,and scratched his dark
brown beard while I asked him the obvious question.

"Ken, why am I here?"

"Paul, I noticed your rainbow sticker on the bumper,
and so I felt pretty guilty for stopping you - I knew
as soon as you got out of your car that you couldn't
be the suspect, but I had to go through procedure
anyway. I also thought you were handsome, and didn't
want to let you go home with such a bad impression of
me. I'm gay too, and I understand how a gay guy would
feel after that situation, feeling singled out, and
wanted to make sure I did what I could to reassure you
that it was not because you are gay."

I found this rather odd, and blurted out, "Are you
sure you just wanted to make me feel better about the
traffic stop, or did you have something else on your
mind?"

I regretted it as soon as I said it, but there it was.

Ken shyly smiled, and said "No, that was not the only
reason. I thought you were really handsome, and didn't
want to lose a chance to meet you in a more friendly
situation. Would I be totally out of line if I asked
you out to dinner? I mean, if you are single?"

I was stunned. Here, I thought I was an ugly troll,
feeling rejected, and this hot guy is asking me on a
date?

Wow!

"Ken, I'd be pleased to have dinner with you."

I gave him one of my business cards, and wrote down my
cell number, and told him to give me a call when he
had a free evening. I explained that I'm busy with a
full time job, part time job, a college class, and
sing in a community chorus. I also said that I'm
single, and not dating anyone at the moment.

"Good - I don't like competition anyway," he said with
a wry grin.

He held the door open for me as we exited the cafe,
and actually followed me back to my apartment
building, to make sure I got home safely, and I
suppose to find out where I lived.

I waved goodnight and went inside, elated that while I
had been shot down by one man that evening, fortune
smiled on me by giving me an opportunity to meet a
handsome cop.

Shall I continue? Email me: wooflix@yahoo.com