Date: Mon, 22 Nov 2021 20:17:45 +0000 From: Matthew Storm Subject: Deviant Cop Adventures - Chapter 1 This is a work of fiction. Please give feedback: mattstorm1997@gmail.com Part I -- First Day at Lake Silvershore "Alright, see ya in a couple of weeks," I said, giving Jack a bro handshake. "See ya, man," he replied. "Don't forget to fuck a couple of chicks for me," he gave one of his deep laughs. "I certainly will," I said, laughing as well. I got out of the car and he drove away. Finally, vacation. I made my way to my apartment, eager to get out of my uniform. On my way up, I crossed ways with the neighbour's kid. He was a scrawny thing, maybe 15. He reminded me of my nephew. Whenever he saw me, his eyes went immediately to the floor, but he always managed to say hi. "Hello Mr. Costas," he said, stepping aside so I could walk up the stairs. I didn't blame him for being nervous around me; after all, I was a 6'3'', 200 pound police officer with a chevron moustache. Most people were nervous around me, let alone a kid who was probably going out to smoke pot with his friend. "Hello Michael," I replied. "Stay out of trouble!" I jokingly admonished. "I will," he said, and we went our ways. I got to my apartment and immediately started taking off my police uniform, sweaty white tank-top and briefs included, gathered everything in my arms, and went to the bathroom to put it all on the dirty clothes hamper. Fuck, it felt good being naked after an entire day of work. I stretched, raising my arms above my head, and the stench of my sweaty armpits wafted up to my nose. I felt my dick getting semi-hard, but I had no time to take care of it. Instead, I went to the kitchen and poured myself the remnants of the cold coffee I'd left there in the morning. It tasted like absolute shit, but I needed the caffeine for the night's trip. As I was drinking it, I went to the living room and stood in front of the wall sized windows looking out to the park behind the apartment complex. I could see Michael with two of his friends. His friends were sitting on a bench, and he was standing before them, facing our building. I could tell from the way he was looking around that they were up to no good, but I couldn't care less. As he looked around, his eyes passed over my window and it took him a second before he realised what he'd just seen. His police officer neighbour, completely naked, looking at him. I pretended I wasn't aware he had seen me and continued drinking my coffee, looking somewhere else but keeping him in my field of vision. He didn't say anything to his friends, instead keeping his eyes on me. I had to control myself to not get hard. Having him looking at me, naked, made me horny as fuck. A few moments later, I was done with my coffee. I looked back at him and our gazes were locked for a second. I winked and walked away, wondering if he'd been able to see my wink. As I gave the cup a quick rinse and put it away, my phone vibrated. I checked and saw a message from Andrew asking "can I come by? I'm just a couple of blocks away". I replied back saying that he could. Andrew was a 47-year-old businessman, married with 2 kids. We'd met the previous year at a mall bathroom. I was taking a piss when he walked in and, from the side looks he was giving me, I could tell he was interested. I finished pissing and took a step back, enough for him to see part of my cock. He fixated his eyes on it while he pissed and I tugged at my cock, getting it semi-hard. When he was done, he looked around, making sure we were alone, and he walked towards me, taking my cock in his hand and stroking it while I ensured no one came into the bathroom. "Let's go over there," I'd said, nodding my head towards a cubicle. "No time for that, my family's waiting outside," he'd replied, kneeling down. He started sucking me right there and then, in complete view of anyone entering the bathroom. I kept an eye on the door while I face fucked him and, thankfully, it hadn't taken me long to cum, shooting my load into his mouth and face, my semen sticking to his silver grey beard as he looked up at me with his puppy, steel-blue eyes. As I pulled my pants up, he got up to go to the sink to wash up when someone entered the bathroom. I still had my cock out, he still had his face covered in cum and it was beyond clear what had just happened, but Andrew hadn't given a single fuck. Honestly, neither had I. The guy who came in looked at us with both surprise and disgust as I followed Andrew to the sink. While he washed up, bent forward to wash his face, I felt his ass over his chinos. "Find me on Grindr," I'd told him. And he had. A few minutes after we'd both left the bathroom he'd messaged me giving me his number. His profile had a shirtless picture of him, showing a nice, muscled body covered in silver hair, no face showing. The description had his age and said he was a discreet, straight man. Sure. After that, we'd met up almost every week, usually on Fridays after he left work. His excuse was that our sessions -- as he liked to call them -- helped him relax from his stressful job and that, therefore, he wasn't gay. It was just to relax. At first he'd only given me blowjobs, saying he didn't want to get fucked. Eventually, however, he'd given in, asking for a load up his guts once or twice a week. He still refused to kiss me. For some reason, that was his limit. A few minutes later, someone rang my doorbell. I opened the building's door and my apartment's door, standing naked waiting for him as he walked up the stairs. He was loosening his tie as he walked up. "Fucking hell," he whispered upon seeing me. I stepped aside so he could walk in, closing the door afterwards. "It has to be quick, I have to go to dinner at my in-laws." "And you need a load up your ass for that?" "I've been dreaming of my father-in-law fucking me for years now. Maybe if I have your load in me it can help me not think of that while we eat." I chuckled. "What if you start leaking. You're not particularly tight." "I brought a plug." He said, removing a buttplug from his blazer's inner pocket. I chuckled again and went into the living room. Despite being "discreet", Andrew loved exhibitionism. We'd fucked in public bathrooms, parks, alleys, you name it. He removed his blazer and undid his belt and trousers, pulling them down enough to expose his nice, round, hairy ass. He leaned against the wall, ass sticking out, hand with his wedding ring against the wall and I spat on my cock to use it as lube. Andrew was one of the few people who could take my cock without much lube. Lots of practice, I guessed. His pink hole was clearly visible and clearly quite loose. I put the tip of my cock against it and started pushing in, in clear view of anyone down in the park. Unfortunately, I noticed, Michael and his friends were no longer there. Andrew grunted as I pushed my cock inside him, slowly but without stopping. I felt him pulling away but I pulled him back with my hand, shoving my cock completely inside him. He let out a loud grunt of pain, but did not complain. That's when I noticed something and said: "You already have a load in you." "I have a new intern," was his reply, as if it were an obvious conclusion. "Ah you fucking whore," I said, punctuating each word with a deep thrust. He winced in pain each time I buried my cock deep inside him, but he took it like a champ, his eyes clearly begging for more. I kept fucking him relentlessly, ignoring his cries of pain and the drops of cum dripping down his hairy thighs. Eventually, I came, pushing my cock completely inside him until he let out a small scream, my dick pulsating as I shot cum up his guts. I reached for his blazer and took out the buttplug he'd brought and he let me put it on. Then, I scooped the cum that had dripped down his thighs and gave it to his mouth. He licked my fingers clean and pulled his suit pants back up. "You're really going to have dinner with your in-laws with a load up your ass and a plug to keep it in?", I said, laughing. "Fuck yeah." I laughed again. "Let me know if your in-law ever fucks you, I'd like to tag team you with him." "Ah, that can't happen. I doubt he's much interested in this sort of stuff." "You never know." Andrew left, quickly grabbing his things to go to his dinner and I went to the bedroom to put on some gym shorts and grey t-shirt. It was hot, and I didn't feel like driving 3 hours with briefs strangling my junk, so I was going commando. I slipped on some sneakers, made sure I had packed everything the night before, and was ready to go. Then, I left. I'd been spending the last few summer vacations on a campsite up by Lake Silvershore. It was a sort of idyllic place, like the ones you see in brochures with hills all around, abundant trees, and a huge lake in the middle. The campsite itself was pretty isolated and had some privacy, but there were some lake houses around the lake. On top of all that, it was only 1 hour away from my brother's house, so I got to visit his family for a couple of days as well. I set out when the sun was already low on the horizon and got there as night settled in. I went to the reception and took care of the paperwork and got the key to my cabin. The people there already knew me from years past, so it was pretty quick. I drove up to my cabin, a small thing tucked in a corner and surrounded by trees. It had some privacy, but there were other cabins in the area and you could clearly see some of them from mine. They were different sizes, some capable of holding 8 people, others, like mine, just for 1 or 2. I went inside and dropped my duffel bag on the bedroom floor. Everything was as it had always been in previous years. I stretched out, my muscles stiff from the car ride, and went out to the camp's bar. The bar was in a stone building by the lake. It had a big porch in front of it and to the side, part of it standing over the lake. At night, it was illuminated by fairy lights that granted the area a cosy and warm feel and, across the water, you could see the lights from the lake houses and hear the sounds of parties carried over by the lake. They also served food, so it wasn't surprising to see families there having dinner, as well as many kinds of people, some drinking alone, others drinking with their friends. I took a seat on a table next to a family of 4 by the railing on the lakeside. They had just finished having dinner and the parents were talking over desert while the two kids looked at their phones. I ordered a beer and turned my chair so that my back was to the lake and I could see the people around me. Immediately, I saw a half dozen people I'd love to fuck. An 18 year-old with his friends, cleanshaven with broad shoulders, probably a swimmer. A 50-something dad, white stubble on his face and a firm belly under his polo. Another 20-something kid, a 20-something girl, a 17/18 boy. I preferred men and boys, but I was no stranger around women and girls too. To be honest, I was usually horny enough to fuck anyone. And the years spent at this campsite had taught me that I could still be surprised by who was interested in having sex with me. Like the 50-something dad. Anyone would look at him and see a man, well into his life, with a happy wife and children, and never even think he'd be interested in another man. Yet, as I thanked the waitress for the beer, he heard me and looked my way. Our eyes met and he lingered for a second too long. See, a straight, uninterested man would've looked immediately away. But I knew the signs. A minute later, he looked at me again. Then again. I was starting to get hard and, since I was still commando, it was getting pretty obvious. Now, not to brag or anything, but it's hard to hide my soft dick when I'm wearing briefs and pants. Gym shorts with nothing underneath and a full erection? Almost impossible to hide. I was almost done with my beer and ready to signal the guy to follow me to the bathrooms when I noticed something else. The kid from the family next to mine was staring directly at my crotch. His parents were still talking, his little sister still absorbed by her phone. But he was transfixed on me. He was probably 15, not much different from Michael. A bit bulkier, perhaps, but still holding onto that teenage boy lankiness. I grabbed my hard cock over the shorts and looked at him. He was awakened from his trance and looked up at me. Our eyes met as well but he looked away, clearly ashamed. I grinned. That was interesting. Still, I looked back at the dad and he was already looking at me. I finished my beer and made a slight motion with my head towards the building, a sort of "let's go" gesture. I tucked my hard cock with the elastic of my shorts and pulled my shirt over it. The boy was looking at me again, but I got up and went to the bar's bathrooms. In the distance, I heard the dad say, "Be right back, going to the bathroom." The bathroom had 4 urinals in a row opposite 4 cubicles with doors. I took the urinal on the far right and took out my cock. Despite the beer, I still didn't feel like pissing. I waited a few seconds and the dad walked in, taking the urinal right next to mine. He took out his cock and pretended he was pissing, but there was no need. I took a step back, showing him my dick and he looked at it, hunger in his eyes. If I knew one thing, I knew that these were some of the wildest guys in bed. A lifetime of forcing themselves to be straight gave them an unmet hunger for cock. I walked to one of the cubicles and he followed me. I locked the door and he fell to his knees before me. This, I thought, was the natural order of things. Men and boys and whoever else kneeling before me, waiting impatiently for my cock down their throats. I savoured the moment, looking into his eager eyes, his eager mouth, open and ready to receive me. Pathetic, to be honest. The control I had over him, his willingness to submit. I grabbed a fistful of his grey and white hair and pulled it so his cheek was towards me. I slapped him with my dick, thick globs of precum staying on his stubble and cheek. I could do whatever I wanted with him, and he would go along. I knew it. He knew it. But, for now, I just wanted a blowjob. I pulled his hair again and his mouth was underneath my dick. I shoved it down his throat, merciless. He gagged, but I kept his head in place with my strong grip. I pulled out and there were tears in his eyes, saliva slobbering down his chin. Still, his mouth remained open for me. Fucking slut. I kept his head in place and started face fucking him, shoving my cock deep down his throat with my hips until his nose was pressed against my thick, smelly pubes. I still hadn't showered, so I knew they were probably smelling of sweat and piss. Good. That way, he would remember my scent forever and think of that time he had knelt on a bathroom stall with his family outside just to be face fucked by a guy 20 years younger than him. I kept thrusting and he took it like a champ. A crying, slobbering champ, but still. There hadn't been many people who'd been able to keep getting abused by my thick cock like he was. I mean, 11 inches isn't easy. Lucky for him, I didn't last long. The thing with Michael had left me even hornier than usual. As I felt myself about to cum, I pulled out and started jerking off, aiming at his open mouth. He was still hungry. The sight of him, an older, masculine guy desperate for my jizz was enough to push me over the edge. I filled his mouth with cum, shot after shot hitting his tongue until it pooled, a white, creamy liquid filling his mouth to the brim. He swallowed it all and opened his mouth as if to show me how he was a good boy who didn't waste a single drop. His chin was still covered in saliva and his eyes were still red. I pulled my shorts and he got up. "Thank you," he whispered. I could tell he was hard under his khakis. "Next time, can you please fuck me? I need that cock up my ass, please." He begged. "I'll think about it." Lie. I liked them hungry, but not this desperate. This was too pathetic, even for me. I opened the door to the cubicle and froze for a second. The boy from the family was at one of the urinals. He looked back and saw me leave the urinal, saw the 50-year-old still inside, and went back to looking at his dick. I heard the sound of urine hitting the ceramic, so I knew he was actually pissing. But had he followed us to the bathroom? Now he knew for certain what we'd done. I honestly didn't care. The thought of this kid knowing I'd just mouth fucked a dad in the cubicle made me horny again. Truth was, I was an exhibitionist and had no qualms about it. I went to the sinks to wash my hands and face while the dad stayed in the cubicle, obviously masturbating, and the kid finished urinating. I went outside and found my table, ordering a beer on my way there. When I sat down, I saw the dad sit down again with his family. No one knew he had just swallowed my load. He looked at me and I looked away. The kid was coming back too.