Date: Fri, 6 Jul 2018 05:50:08 -0400
From: tagenhard@aol.com
Subject: Random Tails/  Cop

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This is fantasy for the mind, such behavior is not condoned or encouraged.

Cop  by tagenhard

tagenhard@aol.com   or   tagenhard@tutanoa.com

The ringing of the doorbell was insistent as I
dragged my body out of bed and to the front door.
I was groggy with a disturbed sleep and when I
opened the door a badge flashed and a man pushed
his way in.

"What do you want?" I asked startled.
"I'll ask the questions." He stated firmly and
with a tense tone. He looked around at the
surrounds. "Is there anyone else here?"

"What?"
"I know you're not married and have no children.
Is there someone else here like a trick for the
night or are you alone?"
"I'm alone." I stuttered.

He stood right in my face. "You and I are going to
have a friendly little chat, or at least it will
be friendly as long as you answer my questions.
But if you don't this could turn ugly real fast.
Do you understand?"

My head was clearing. "Let me see your badge
again." I demanded.
"See now you're not being very friendly." He
sneered.
"You can't barge in here without a warrant." My
voice raised.

"If I believe a crime is being committed I do have
the legal right to enter a property. I was just
passing by see and I thought for sure I heard
cries for help coming from the house. It sounded
like a little boy crying out. I banged on the door
and found it open."

I stared at the plain clothes officer in disbelief.
"Now like I said I just want to have a friendly
little chat." He said with a smile but a
threatening tone.

I was feeling very exposed in just my pair of
summer pj shorts. A shiver went thru my body when
I realized just how bad this could turn out for me.

"Ok." I returned subdued. "What do you want to
talk about?"
He smiled, a bright perfect teeth smile that
caused his eyes to crinkle at the corners. "Let's
sit down and be comfortable." He suggested.
I stepped over into the living room and took a
seat on the couch. He followed and sat down about
two feet away. His physical closeness unnerved me
but I'm sure that was on purpose.

I relaxed as best as I could. But I'm sure my
unease was painted on my face. He looked me over.
"You're gay right?"

Sure I've had cop fantasies before and now sitting
here practically naked in front of him I wondered
if he was some sort of gay basher. He uses his
authority and scary tactics on you to use you to
get off and then once he's popped his load he
beats you up or arrests you as having come on to
him.  He obviously knew the answer already so why
lie.

"Yes I am." I replied with some pride in my voice.
"Of course you are, look at you, you're what? 24
and with a killer body. You must spend hours in
the gym and do all the right things about eating."

He had that killer smile on his face again.
"I do what I can." I replied.
"I just bet when you go to a gay bar the guys are
just dripping with desire for you." His smile
turned into a leering grin.
"Ah, I guess I do alright."

He leaned in so his face was about a foot away
from me. "Then why are you sending sex stories to
little boys."

My eyes widened in confusion and fear.
"What's wrong your dick so small you need little
boys to make you look bigger." He sneered.
"What, what are you talking about?" My voice
trembled now.
"My son, that's what I'm talking about." His voice
was becoming tense and punctuated. "My little boy
Torry. He's only fucking nine years old for god's
sake and he has your stories."

"I don't know your son." My voice trembled.
He took in a deep breath. "Are you denying that
you are tagenhard and that you write sex stories?"
"How, how do." My voice failed me. "That's
invasion of my privacy." I finally spouted out.

"You write dirty little stories about men and boys."
I cut him off. "That's still legal, I haven't done
anything wrong."
"It is when you send them to a little boy." His
eyes burned.
"I have never sent my stories to a little boy. I
post them on a public story site. I can't help who
reads them." I was now getting a backbone.  "What
makes you think I sent them to your son?"

"I found stories on his computer. Stories written
by you."
"I didn't send them to him. He must have copied
them from the story site. He must have other
stories besides mine there." I stated with hope I
was right.

He leaned back into his sitting position. "There
were some others but the majority we're ones
written by you."
"Did you follow his internet history to see what
sites he was going to?" I questioned.
The man sighed, "His history was wiped clean. He
must clear it each time he uses it."
"Clever boy." I said without thinking.
"Yes he is. Sometimes too clever for his own good
I think." He looked away from me for the first
time. His anger appeared to be losing focus.

"Have you thought about using parental locks on
the computer?" I queried.
He snorted. "That little shit can run circles
around me when it comes to computers."

"There are some very good parent control programs
that you can download." I suggested.
"I thought I had. You said you don't know my kid."
"I swear I don't." I jumped in.
He pulled his wallet out and got out a picture. It
was a picture of a kid at the beach in just swim
trunks. "This is my kid, you swear you don't know
him."

I wanted to say, I sure the fuck hell wish I did,
what a cutie he was and if you think I'm a sex
pervert why are you showing me a pic of him half
naked. Or for that matter why are you carrying
around a pic of him half naked. But I didn't say
any of that. "No I don't know him, trust me if I
meet a kid like that I would remember, sorry no
offense."

He turned the pic back to himself. "So I suppose
this is the kind of look you have in mind when you
write these perverted stories?"
"Not always. I don't actually visualize a specific
kind of kid for every story. Some I leave vague so
the reader can fill in what they find attractive."

"What is this site you put your stories on?" He
was nowhere as agitated as when he first came in.
"Let me show you." I offered and stood up and
headed into my den. He was right behind me. I sat
down at my desk and powered up the computer. I
pulled up the site where I submitted my stories
to.

He was leaning across me and I could smell his
cologne laced with sweat undertones. I know this
wasn't the right time or situation but I was
getting a hard on. "Here is the site and these are
all the categories to choose from. There are 100's
of thousands of stories to read. Mine are mostly
here under Incest." I pulled up that grouping and
showed him the directory where my stories were.

He leaned in closer and I had to hold back my gay
slut tendency.
"I recognize those titles from the ones he has on
his computer." He stated without expecting a
reply. "So it's possible to copy these and save
them?"
"Sure." I gave him a demonstration of how.
"Can I look thru some more of this?"
"Of course, here you sit here and take all the
time you need. I'll get us some drinks, cause I
know I sure need one." I got up turning away from
him hoping he wouldn't see my erection.

He sat down and started to scroll thru the stories
and reading some here and there. I poured us two
drinks of bourbon neat and set one down on the
desk by him. I stood by his side about a foot away
and watched him. I was chubbed up in my thin linen
pj shorts and if he looked it was obvious.

I was feeling less threatened now and was
understanding that he was looking for guidance to
understand this situation.
"How did my kid find a site like this?" He
wondered out loud.

I chuckled. "I think over half the internet is
still sex related. If he typed in naked men in the
search then sites pop up. Those sites led to
others that led to more. There are a lot of story
sites. He probably just came across this one while
working his way thru all the links."

"You got pics of kids?" He asked bluntly.
"Officer of the law are you asking me if I possess
illegal imagery." I asked slowly.
He snorted. "I don't have a legal search warrant
and besides I broke several regulations and rules
to find out who you are. I would be in a mess of
trouble if it was found out."

"Maybe so but I doubt you would face prison time
like I would. I do not have anything illegal on
this computer." I responded. Which was the truth.

He picked up his drink and pushed away from the
desk. "I've seen enough." He stood and wandered
back to the living room and plopped down on the
couch. This time I choose the spacing and sat down
with one leg crossed under me about a foot away
from him.

"What the fuck am I supposed to do with this
information. He's nine for fucks sake. Why is he
even thinking about sex? Someone must have
molested him." He sounded defeated.
"I wasn't molested and I was thinking about sex
even before I was nine. I knew I wanted to see men
naked and find out what it felt like to touch and
feel that big thing between their legs." I
chuckled. "Shit if I had a computer in my room
then, I can only imagine what kind of trouble I
would have gotten into."

"But nine." He exhaled looking at me lost.
"Sex has always been there. Now it's just more
available to the younger generation. Sex is in the
movies and on TV. The commercials and like I said
all over the internet." I sympathized.

"But why does he seemed focused on me, I'm his
dad." He took another swig.
"Why not you? You're his dad, possibly his hero.
You are a cop. He sees you as brave and strong and
well face it dude you are handsome as hell. If
he's gonna be focused on a guy why not his dad?"
He sighed. "But."

"Let's look at this from a different angle." I
jumped in. "Maybe he's just reading the stories
but doesn't really want to do anything. Maybe it's
just fantasy for him."

He looked at me with a slight frown.
"I go on the internet and build a Lincoln
Navigator and dream of having one." I explained
"Every couple weeks I will do that, choosing
different options and colors. But it's nothing
more than a dream. I will never be able to spend
that kind of money on a car. So maybe for him it's
just a dream but he would never actually do it."
He nodded at the logic of that.

"How does he act around you? Does he seem to want
to sit in your lap more when you're shirtless or
spy on you in the shower? How does he act when he
sees you naked?"
"He's never seen me naked. I close and lock the
bathroom door whenever I use it. I don't go
shirtless either. Hell I wear underwear under my
pajama bottoms."

"Wow, well maybe part of the fantasy is to see
what he never gets to see. Maybe if he did he
would lose interest." I suggested.
"Or it might fuel him to want more."
"There is that possibility." I conceded. "You know
with everything that has happened so far and since
and you know so much more about me than you
should, how about you at least let me know your
first name?"

He laughed openly at that. "Sorry, it's Sid." He
extended his hand and we shook.
"Let me refill our drinks." I got up and went to
the liquor cabinet.
"You think I'm handsome huh?" Sid asked with a
little mockery in his voice.
"You know fuckin well you are." I laughed. I
turned back and walked over with our drinks.

"I noticed you been hard most the time I've been
here." Sid commented. "Is that for me?"
Now I laughed. "I think you might want to rethink
your word usage. To ask is that for me would imply
that my cock is for you to play with and I don't
get the impression that you want to swing from my
dick." Sid got a startled look on his face.  "I
think what you meant to ask is, is that because of
me."

"Ah yea." He returned blushing
"And yes my fucking hard on is because of you. A
hot smoking cop forces his way into my house. You
had me hard right from the get go. Fear can be an
aphrodisiac."

"Oh sorry man I didn't mean to scare you." He
tried to apologize.
"Oh crap, that's exactly what you were trying to
do. You thought I might be fucking with your kid
and you were angry and wanted to put the fear of
god in me to make me talk." I handed him his drink
and took my place a foot away.

"Well I guess you're right" He admitted "But now I
know you're just a sick fuck and not messing with
my kid." He took a sip of his fresh drink.
We sat in silence for a few minutes. Before I
broke it. "So what do you think you're going to do?"
"I really don't know." He sighed again. "You're
the creative one, what would a character in your
story do?" He turned and placed his full attention
on me.

I paused, took a sip of my drink. "Well you can
just totally ignore it and figure ignorance is
bliss. The subject or issue could never come up
and your life can go on. Or you can test the
waters so to speak and see if he really does have
an interest in you. I guess in a story I would
have my father do little things like start to go
shirtless and he would see how his son reacts to
that. When shirtless he would try to tickle his
son or play wrestle. He would then see if his son
used the situation to feel him up and touch him
more than needed."

Sid nodded his head. I took another swig. If I was
writing it as you being the father I would have
him stop wearing underwear under his pj's and have
him walk around with his meat swinging free
against the cloth. That's assuming you have enough
meat to swing when you walk."

Sid, like a true man when doubt about his manhood
is questioned, grasped the cock out line in his
pants and shook it. "I got plenty to swing around.
" He boasted.
I licked my lips. "It sure looks that way."
"Faggot." He quipped.
"To the core." I smiled back. "As I was saying, I
would have him walk around and see if his kid
noticed his swinging meat. And if it seemed there
was interest on the part of the son, which if I'm
writing the story there will be. I then would have
the hero start to."

"Hero?" Sid questioned cutting me off.
"The dad. In my book any dad that's willing to
consider having sex with his son is a hero." I
explained. "And I would have the hero start to
leave the bathroom door open when he showers or
even outright walk from the bedroom to the
bathroom naked or any other situation where it
would be natural to do so."

Again silence took over as he digested what I laid
out. I noticed he actually still had his cloth
covered cock still wrapped in his hand. The
promise of it made my heart flutter.

"And if after all that, I discover he really does
want sex? Then what."
"In my story the dad would love his son and give
him what he wants." I responded.
Sid downed the rest of his drink and stood up.
"Sorry for the intrusion tonight." He stated and
then walked out the front door.

I wondered time to time what happened with Sid and
his son, but eventually stopped thinking about it.
Okay so I have a short attention span, I stopped
wondering after a month.

Just finished my shower and had slipped into my
robe when the doorbell rang.  I opened it only to
have a shirtless Sid push past me. He seemed very
agitated.

"This is all your fuckin fault." He spouted. "I
should have never listened to me, I mean you, I
should have never listened to you." He accentuated
the you to cover his blunder.

"Ok, ok settle down. Let's talk about this." I
said calmly as I went and poured two drinks.
Sid slumped back on the couch with his legs spread
open. I noticed that the top button on his pants
was open. His broad chest had a small tuft of hair
between his pecs that formed a thin line running
down his smooth stomach and disappeared under the
zipper.

I handed him his drink which he downed in one swig.
"Now tell me what this is all about." I requested
"I did exactly what you told me to do."
"I didn't tell you to do anything." I cut him off.
"Fine whatever." He waved his hand in a dismissive
flip. "I decided to see just how interested Torry
was, so I started to go shirtless."

"And it looks good on you, or off you." I smiled
and shrugged my shoulders.
"Thanks, I got good feedback from people to
so I started to do it more and more and now
I practically live with my shirt off.
But more important is that Torry seemed
to like me with my shirt off. He would cuddle up
to me more and rest his head against my bare chest
when he could."

Sid seemed to be a bit nervous as he was talking
so I handed him my untouched drink and he downed
that one also in one swig. He spun the empty glass
in his fingers as he continued. "So I took the
next step and stopped wearing underwear under my
pj's or gym shorts so when I walked around you can
see the movement of my junk. And Torry's eyes were
glued to my crotch. Man o man it was obvious he
was watching every possible movement of my crotch
that he could catch."

I had gotten up and poured another drink then
returned to him and we traded his empty for the
full one. He only downed half of it this time but
his words were becoming the slightest bit slurred.
"Are you commando now?" I asked as if it was
relevant.

"Huh?" The question seemed to derail his train of
thought. "Oh yea I am. I find I'm now going
commando almost all the time, even when I'm at
work." He downed the rest of the drink. "Of course
the next logic step was to let him see me naked.
But I fought with myself for days on end because I
just wasn't sure I wanted to cross that line."

I sat down on the couch right next to him and took
the empty glass from his hands. "So what
happened?" I encouraged him to continue.
"Fuckin hell this happened." And as he said that
he reached down, pulled the zipper down and opened
his pants to expose his big fat hard daddy cock.

"Every time I would put myself into a situation
where I could be naked for him to see I would pop
a hard on. I just wanted him to see me natural
like, I could explain it off as an accident or
something but if I go waving my hard cock around
then that's just, just, I don't know, sick."
"Why is that sick?" I asked. "He knows guys get stiffies."
"It's sick because I must want him to see me hard.

The thought of exposing myself to him is turning
me on and getting me hard." He sounded
exasperated.
"You love your wife right? And you get hard when
you're naked with her right? Probably not every
time now but when you first started to be around
her I bet you were hard all the time."
Sid nodded his head yes and sighed.
"So just like that, this is new, being naked
around your son will get you hard each time
because it's new and exciting and a display of
love." I spoke soft and calm and soothingly.

"But I'm finding myself actually thinking about
having sex with him. Not just letting him see my
hard on but sharing it with him. It's gotten to
the point where I throw a hard on every time I'm
just around him." He was confused and uncertain of
himself and it showed in his eyes and his vocal
tone.

I placed my hand on his exposed hip. "But what is
wrong with that. Don't you use sex as a way of
showing love? Why should a father and son be
denied showing that ultimate love for each other?"

Sid laid his head back against the couch and
closed his eyes. My hand gently slid so my
fingertips were a fraction away from his throbbing
meat.

"Your son has only one bio dad and that special
love of sharing physical joy with a dad can only
come from you." I soothed as my fingers now softly
wrapped themselves around his meat. "Why shouldn't
it be a dad who shows his son how his body works?"

I started to stroke him and he didn't stop me.
"Show his son the pleasure that can be had and why
shouldn't a son be allowed to show his love by
bringing physical pleasure to his dad?"
I was beating his cock at a good pace as my words
sunk into his hazed mind. "Why should you be
denied the touch of that soft tender skin? The
gentle small hand caressing your manhood. The warm
moist mouth wrapped around your hard daddy shaft."

His breath was jagged and his body squirmed as I
jacked him off. I imagined he was seeing in his
mind's eye his naked son and that beautiful body.
"And if it should go so far and he wants to offer
it to you, why shouldn't you feel the hottest
tightest tunnel of love you could ever hope for.
His entire being wrapped around your hard fucking
cock as you fill him up and stretch him open.
Making love to him, fucking him, loving him,
fucking him. A father and son joined in the most
intimate way possible."

I could feel his orgasm building, I had pulled my
robe open and my own hard cock was bouncing freely
in the air with precum bubbling up. I moved my
face so my mouth was right next to his ear and I
whispered softly.
"Take your son and fill him with your hard
throbbing daddy cock. Please your son as his hero
fills him full with that seed that made him."

That triggered him and he grunted as shot after
shot of cum sprayed out of his cock and up on to
his stomach and chest.
I'm a slut at heart and wasn't going to pass this
up. As he came down from his high I swooped down
and licked up his spent cum and jacked myself off
at the same time. I worked lower expecting him to
stop me but he didn't. I sucked his softening cock
into my mouth to drain it dry as I exploded my
load out onto the carpet.

I slipped my robe completely off so I was naked. I
saw no reason to care what he thought.
"Faggot." He quipped as he looked me over.
"To the core." I returned.
After he assured me he was fine to drive, we had
one more drink. He was nice enough to leave his
pants open and his soft cock hanging out for me to
admire. We finished those and he surprised me by
pulling me in for a hug. Our soft cocks rubbed up
against each other but mine started to grow.

He laughed as he pulled away and looked down. "I
think that's my cue to leave."
"What happens now?" I asked as he closed his pants
up and opened the front door.
"I guess I go love my son." Sid smiled and turned
and walked away.
I wondered if I would ever see the officer again
as I watched his hot ass walk away.


"It was the best of times, it was the worst of
times, it was the age of wisdom, it was the age of
foolishness, it was the epoch of belief, it was
the epoch of incredulity, it was the season of
Light, it was the season of Darkness, it was the
spring of hope, it was the winter of despair".

The doorbell rang thankfully giving me another
reason to put off reading this book. My mother has
been hounding me to read "The Tale of Two Cities"
but I guess I'm a literary pagan. Give me a good
"Ole Yeller" type book any day.

I got out of bed and slipped into my robe. The
bell rang several more times before I got there.
Opening it I found a shirtless Sid and a shirtless
Torry, both grinning at me.
"Well hello." I greeted and my cock was rising
fast in anticipation of what this visit could hold.

Sid just walked in like he owned the place with
Torry in tow. "When I told Torry that I knew you
he begged to meet you." Sid laughed.
"Hello young man." I greeted Torry and extended my
hand for a shake. He giggled the sweetest little
giggle that ever escaped a boys lips. Then again
maybe it was because all the blood was draining to
my cock and it distorted my brain function.

He reached out and took my hand. "I liked your
stories very much sir."
"Well thank you, your dad did tell you it was
naughty of you to read those right?" I asked with
a smile.

"But then he wouldn't have found them and we
wouldn't be making love." Torry stated simply.
"I'm glad to hear you are making love." I brushed
the side of his face. "Are you enjoying all of it?"
"Oh gosh yes." He gushed with a wide grin. "Even
the dog collar."

I tried to remember if I had a dog collar in any
of my stories but none came to mind. I decided to
just leave that one drop.

"Do you have a favorite story?" I asked. As I did
a drink was dangled in front of my face. Sid had
just helped himself and poured me one also. I
turned to look at him and saw he was naked.
Sid laughed at the expression on my face. "I can't
help it anymore, the more often I'm naked the
better I feel."

"It seems you have been turned into a different
man than when I first met you." I raised my glass
in salute and felt the belt of my robe being
pulled open. Once untied Sid reached over and
yanked it off my shoulders leaving me totally
exposed to the boy in front of me.
"Might as well get used to it." Sid chuckled. "We
don't get much chance to be naked at home so we
will be visiting you a lot.

"Maybe I can help you write your stories." Torry
offered as he wrapped his hand around my throbbing
meat.
"You're sharing?" I questioned raising my eyebrows.
"Just with you, at least for now. We both decided
we owe you since this probably won't have happened
if it wasn't for you." Sid responded with a smile.
My legs were wobbly just from the touch of the
nine year old hand on my hard cock.

"My favorite is probably "Trip Home." Torry spoke up.
"Why is that?" I asked with my breath getting jagged.
Torry licked at the head of my cock and dragged
his tongue thru my piss slit. Fuck Sid hasn't
wasted any time teaching this one.
"I really liked the part where Trip is fucked by
the Doc and the Doc is fucked by the dad." His
mouth sucked in my cock head.
I shivered and felt a hand grip my butt cheek. Sid
was grinning at me. "With the two of you swinging
from my meat I don't know if I'll ever put clothes
on again."

I didn't want to so soon but I couldn't help it. I
flooded Torry's mouth with a load.

"We will have so much fun acting out your
stories." Sid whispered in my ear.