Date: Mon, 10 Oct 2005 14:24:43 -0700 (PDT)
From: Wooflix <wooflix@yahoo.com>
Subject: Officer Ken - Part four

Note: Usual disclaimers apply. Don't read this if you
are underage, object to gay sex or gays in general.
This is a work of fiction, but I sure wouldn't mind
dating a cop!

Officer Ken -- Part Four


"You did WHAT?" My colleagues in the office replied,
almost in unison, when I told them the details of the
previous day's adventure in riding to Ken's rescue in
a cop car.

I got home that night, and was hardly in the door when
the phone rang, and it was Ken. He thanked me
profusely for my gallantry, and was embarrassed that
his calamity spoiled his attempt to drive me to work,
and he laughed when I told him about my idea of
playing with the lights and siren. "I don't think we
can do that, but maybe some evening I could arrange
for you to ride on patrol with me. In the meantime, I
`d like to do something special on Saturday -- are you
available?" I told him I would make arrangements to be
off that Saturday, and he told me he would pick me up
at 8am.

The rest of the workweek passed so slowly, and I could
hardly wait for the weekend.

Saturday finally arrived, and I was eagerly awaiting
Ken's arrival.  I was up early, and was ready for
anything -- all that he said was to wear good,
comfortable walking shoes. I had no idea what he
planned for the day.

Ken knocked at the door about ten minutes after eight,
and I hardly had the door open before he swooped me
into his arms for a toe-tingling kiss. He was so
handsome, wearing a blue tee emblazoned with a big
teddy bear that stretched over his muscular chest,
with dark hair sticking out the top. He was also
wearing cargo shorts that practically bulged with his
muscular thighs. He looked deliciously handsome!

 After he kissed me, he held my hands and said "Paul...I
don't know what to say about Tuesday. I feel so goofy,
to have wanted to surprise you with a rain-free ride,
and ended up saving my life. I was also really
surprised at how quick you were to do the math and
figure out that I might not be out to mom or the
captain."

I reassured him the best I could, not to be
embarrassed, and his sweet smile warmed my heart as he
hugged me again.

"Now, the surprise..." He pulled two ticket stubs from
his pocket -- they were for an amusement park a couple
of hours away. I was really happy -- I love amusement
parks and hadn't been to one for a few years!  "I hope
you like them -- I wanted to do something fun and
special at the same time, and figured maybe you
would..." I didn't let him finish, as I was too eager to
kiss him back for his thoughtfulness!

"Wow -- you do know how to kiss, don't you?" he teased
me.  "C'mon, we better get a move on unless you want
to stand in line for hours trying to ride one ride!"

I double-checked her majesty's food supply and water
dish, and then we moved downstairs to his truck. We
climbed in, and headed off to the park, his strong and
warm hand caressing mine.

One of the things I always enjoy about "road trips" is
the easy way you can flow in and out of conversation.
I was eager to ask him a million and one questions
about himself, as we hadn't really had the time up to
that point. Now, I had a captive audience for a couple
of hours.

Ken told me that he was a third generation cop, as his
grandfather and father were both cops before him, and
he and I shared common Irish ancestry. While I had
grown up in Tennessee, he had grown up in Maryland. He
was the only son, so he felt a lot of pressure to
produce kids by his mother and grandparents.  I teased
him that my biological clock had already ticked out,
but adoption was the better option anyway.

"Well, let's not get ahead of ourselves, Paul.  I've
not even proposed to you yet!" We both laughed when I
told him it had better not be a Cracker Jack diamond
ring!

It was a gentle ride, and when we arrived at the park,
I was further surprised that it was a Gay Day at the
park. My heart practically sang, as I knew we could be
affectionate without fear of repercussions.

Ken and I raced each other to each ride, giggling at
times like children as we yelled on the roller
coasters, splashed each other on the water rides, and
just had a wonderful time celebrating life and our
blossoming attraction.

The only scary moment of the day was when a guy that
was there with his pretty-boy friends made an unwise
remark. "Damn, why is that hot daddy with that fat
slob."  I was prepared to let it go -- I was having
much too good a day, although the insult hurt, of
course. Ken was not about to let it go.

We had hardly passed them buy after the remark was
made, when I felt Ken push the large stuffed bear he
had won for me in a carnival game into my arms, and he
was off.

"Ken -- NO! Let it go!" I yelled, but I was too late.
Ken had already yanked the poor kid off his feet and
was almost ready to rip the smart mouth apart, when I
got to him and got his attention. "Ken, please. Let
him go -- he's just a kid, damnit. "  Ken put the kid
down, and said, "I just wanted to adjust his attitude,
that's all." I could tell by Ken's dark expression he
was close to adjusting the kid's face instead.  "C'mon
handsome, let's go ride on a dark ride -- I am in a
kissing mood!" Ken stepped away from the kid as I
said, "You okay, kid?" He nodded, and looked like he
was about to faint. His friends were obviously not
prepared to back his stupid remark up, and had moved
back a safe distance.
I motioned one of his buddies over and handed him a
ten spot, and told him to go buy his buddy a beer, and
Ken and I moved on.

"Ken, I've had to deal with that all my life. Don't do
that unless I'm in real danger, ok?"
"Paul, I'm sorry. I guess I lost my head. Forgive?" He
nuzzled me with that beard in my neck that gives me
chill bumps. "Of course, handsome. Just make sure if
you are going to commit police brutality it's somebody
straight and deserving, ok?"  "Yes Sir!" He snapped
too and gave me a crazy salute with crossed eyes and
his tongue sticking out on one side, and grabbed my
hand and said, "Let's go ride the Wave Swinger!"

Off we went, hand in hand towards the other side of
the park, as the afternoon sun's westward slide caused
the shadows of the trees to get longer, and the park
lights began to snap on for the evening.

We stopped along the pathway at yet another goofy
souvenir stand, and while I perused all the schlock I
didn't have a need for, Ken slipped away to find me a
gift. I knew it wouldn't he wouldn't be long, so I
decided to try to one-up him, and found a pair of
those glasses with the eyeballs that are on
slinky-type springs, and a squirting flower badge.

Ken sidled up to me, and playfully yanked at my
shorts, while in the other hand he held a purple
velvet box. "Open it," he said. "Is something going to
jump out at me?" "C'mon `fraidy cat, open it!" He was
enjoying taunting me, while he was also trying to peek
into my bag to see what I had purchased.

I clutched my paper bag away from him, while I opened
the box slowly. Inside the bag was a beautiful unique
ring -- two small bears in an embrace, and I
immediately knew it didn't come from the park. "Ken,
where did you get this?" "For me to know and you to
guess until I give in and tell you -- kiss me." With an
invitation like that, how could I turn him down?  I
kissed him eagerly, and passionately. For a moment, it
seemed like the world went away, there was only Ken
and I, kissing in an embrace exclusive to the world. I
came back to reality when I heard some jealous queer
hiss "Gawd, get a room!"

Ken's smile and dancing eyes had me intoxicated.

I only knew one thing to do. "Close your eyes" He
closed them, and I turned around, put on my goofy
glasses, and my squirting flower, and then faced my
handsome cop. "Okay, open `em!"  Ken cracked up
laughing at the glasses, until I squirted him in the
snoot, and charged off laughing like a hyena!

"I'm gonna get you for that, babe!" He laughed as he
chased me around the benches, and I let him catch me.
It was a fast breathing, laugh filled kiss that made
my heart sing. Ken took my hand, looked me in the eye,
and slid the ring onto my finger. "Be mine?" he said.

"I thought you'd never ask!" I replied, with a single
tear of joy sliding down my cheek.

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