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In a fury the targets dropped, and I pulled the trigger with aggression. Yet I had to be mindful in the police training of "shoot/don't shoot." The Covansville Police Department had given me their service firearm, which was a Glock pistol in .45 caliber. Quite often it's known as a boomer, due to its high grain ratio, although most departments use 9mm or .40 caliber now. It's a personal preference, but I'm still a fan of the .45. Being 6'4 and bulky, I could take the recoil without flinching. So far I had nailed all of the appropriate targets. Reloaded another magazine, took a few more shots, and the light came on.
Lieutenant Mathis was impressed. He gave me "that smile," and said, "Did you grow up in Texas?" Securing my firearm in the holster, he showed me the CCTV footage. "A little more leaning in at times, but they'll love you at the academy. Want to sign with us?" Taken aback despite passing their polygraph, background check, and psychological tests I felt honored. Picking my words carefully, I thanked this senior officer. He brought me up to the operations room, and got us both cups of coffee. I liked him, as he wasn't as obnoxious trying to recruit me, as some of the other departments had been. Covansville had a good reputation, and they were the leading contender. Twenty two and fresh out of college, I had been working for a swat team private company, making really good money.
Yet my parents and sister were correct. "Benefits." Their package had a signing bonus, a pension, great health/life insurance, plus I could always lateral over to another department if it didn't work out. Mom and dad were hoping I'd pick them, and inside I was leaning in this direction. Turning in my firearm to the Lieutenant, I politely thanked him, and was completely honest. "I'm grateful for you bringing me into your range, and also enjoyed time with you and the assistant chief." Mathis was an older man. He definitely had seen it all. Yet to his credit he was polite, friendly, and just said "we aren't going anywhere." We shot the breeze about sports, WW2 history, and some other subjects. He was happy I got the criminal justice degree, and there were a lot of opportunities here. No doubt about that, and my goal was to work on the patrol side after the academy, but moving to a detective in a specialized unit. The gang unit was where I had my eye on, and I was fluent in Spanish, which due to our geography was a added bonus. Officer Mateo, who grew up in Honduras before moving to the US and getting his citizenship, joked "my command of the Spanish language was better than his." I had known him sometime, and it was quite possible he'd be my field training officer.
Leaving the station non committed, I knew that in a couple days I'd be back to my armed security job. Went to the dry cleaner and picked up my LAPD lookalike uniform, which was absolutely picked for intimidation purposes. My boss was a brilliant man, and our company took over for outfits, who let criminals run amok. Obviously we tried to preserve our manpower by moving delinquents elsewhere, but occasionally we'd have to make an arrest, and take them to the area magistrate. What helped me was my large size, basket weave holster, cuffs, and baton being so prominent. People would look at my Glock 17, size me up, and made the correct decision not to fuck around and find out. If they did I was more than ready, to fight with my elbows, headbutts, or issued equipment. As usual Mrs Lee at the cleaners had my uniform starched strongly.
Tonight Brian was going to stay at my house. Even though he was a high schooler he was 18, and could drive himself there the next morning. I was pumped up for his visit, because the lady at the movie theater was correct, that Brian wanted to be with me. For weeks I got turned on working at Gabe's, and checking this brunette with gorgeous brown eyes. Plus those tight slacks, showed me he also packed heat, along with that peach shaped ass. Definitely cute and I so desired him, that our finally getting together, was a relief in more ways than one. We had a lot of the same interests, and got along splendidly, along with our shared passion. Tonight he would be in "good trouble" with me, and my balls were dropping more due to the factory downstairs producing sperm at a high level.
Walking in the house, I fed my fish. The fifty gallon tank was sweet, and my tetras and Baja sharks were beautiful. Often after a difficult shift, I'd sit with a chair and a beer, seeing where they'd go. Of course feeding time was when they showed the most activity, but the tiger barbs seemed to always be on the move. Here I could be almost transfixed, and often would drink a beer or two watching them. The gouramis definitely were more secure, with some new hiding spots I installed. Yet meal time they were voracious eaters. The pleco fish ate the algae on the glass. One I bought several years back, had grown a lot.
Taking my clothes off, I hopped into the shower. Although I personally loved the smell of gun powder, I wasn't sure what Brian would think of it. Soaping myself off, shampooing my hair, when drying off I put on some Burberry Hero cologne. Brian said he liked the smell of it, and as it had a amber masculine scent, it was a pleasure to put on. Clean shaven I was well groomed all over, and made sure to get rid of the 5 o'clock shadow. Always grew hair at a fast clip, which was good and bad. Yet today I was a bad boy, putting on my tight briefs with the protruding cock sleeve on. These bright orange undies were sexy, and I got hard putting them on. Just had to hold on a little while longer, as I had invited Brian over for dinner. Chicken and rice in the pressure cooker would work.
Threw on some sweat pants and a t shirt. At home I liked to walk barefoot. Dinner was already firing up, and I got the text I was looking for. Brian was "five minutes out." The tension in the air was palpable, as I could feel my heart beat, and hear my increase in breathing. Awakened by my lover, or my hope was partner, this was Brian and I's second official date. The last one had ended up, with me confirming he also was gay, and making love to him with all of my fury. Smiling I got hard thinking, about how tight he was before I put my 8 inches inside of him, and how badly I wanted our lips to connect again. The clock seemed to slow down. Where was he? Finally his knock, and I opened the door to greet him.
Walking in I locked the door behind us, and he instantly went in for the kiss. Perhaps it wouldn't be long until I drilled him again under my Lamar Jackson and the Ravens poster. He asked how I was doing, and I explained "happy to see you, but horny as hell." His smile was magnificent. So cute his brown eyes danced, and his lips and teeth curled up in a way that made him even sexier. Today he was wearing shorts and a t shirt with Crocs. So damn beautiful, and I kissed him again. His tongue surprised me, and soon we held each other, daggers darting in each other's mouth. The smell of our primal desire and testosterone was in the living room, but I remembered to get him and I some wine. He liked that, and due to that, we'd be going with the red again. Although 18 he acted older than he was, and was a wise soul type of guy. Super intelligent, he was more likely than not, to go to an Ivy school next year.
I asked him if he was still set on Brown, Columbia, or Princeton. He was. We clanked our glasses together. Looking each other in the eyes, we kissed again. His lips were magical and so nice to feel, and although I wanted this to continue, the pressure cookers alarm went off. Always unfortunate timing, but as we were set to burn calories, the chicken and rice would help us on our romantic rendezvous. Thankfully he liked the meal. We held hands a few times at the table, and discussed what was going on in our lives. Mostly I was desiring being in his pants, kissing him, while showing him what real love making was all about. Being in my young 20's I was in my prime, and had somehow gotten through today without jerking off. Yet my balls gave me no recourse. I had to cum or else I'd be stressed out and ornery. The struggle was a daily occurrence, and before finally succeeding with Brian, I must have masturbated three to five times a day.
Our chairs got closer. "Thank you for a delicious meal." "You're welcome." Smelling my cologne Brian said, "you have me, and I'm going to have you for dessert." My knees buckled under the table, and before we knew it, we were on the bed. Lamar Jackson's poster was watching round 2. Kissing and him bringing the scent to him, I loved that we held each other together on the king bed. Was surprised by his initiation of this, and kissed him and touched his face at the same time. Moaning he smiled with that grin again, and as I attempted to take his shirt off, he had my shorts down. His eyes got big when he saw my orange briefs, and I was in another dimension, when his fingers felt my hard thick cock through the fabric. Our French kissing was non stop, and he took my shirt off. He got on top of me. Lying down I felt his hard crotchet shorts against my briefs, and soon his hands on my bare chest as we kissed more. Soon he quickly grabbed my underwear off, and threw it against the wall. Flying off in the distance, I didn't care, as he soon was touching my hard pulsating penis and balls. Moments later I was in his mouth. A hot even full of his saliva. It was an incredible sensation.
Like all the heat from the sun turned on, I gasped as he ferociously attacked my sex organ with aggression and purpose. The scent of sex was in the air, and I moaned as his lips made a seal around my erection. Looking at his eyes, I was nothing but pudding under his whimsy. Breathing heavily, my fingers digging into the sheets, he was now gagging on me. That sound plus seeing the precum on his mouth, was a turn on that can't be described by words. He was a Hoover vacuum, bringing me in deeper than ever before. I was howling and he made it even crazier by saying "I love your big cock." Just telegraphed my brain with a mind fuck. He gobbled up my cock, sucked my sperm full balls, and even ate me out with such gusto. Just about melted, but finally I had to turn the tables on him.
Forcing him down, he was only wearing boxers now, I kissed his lovely thick lips. Kissing his ears while my hands felt his chest up. Oh yes his nipples were so hard and sensitive. Such a nice bod, smooth with those nipples entering my mouth. He was catatonic. Brian could only say "oh Terry" and some sort of language I never had heard before. His moaning was music to my ears. Taking his boxers off, I loved how his hard penis laid straight against his abdomen. Those shaved balls were where I went first. Oh did I gobble them up.
Sucking his nuts made him near rabid. Also his scrotum was so pretty. I always had a fetish for testicles, but his were just so perfect. That sweaty sultry salty taste. His cock was magical. As I took him in my mouth, he looked into my blue eyes. Staring at him while I deepthroated his man meat, he was truly in ecstasy which turned me on even more. The bed was full of two horny guys, going at it with a definite cadence. Like playing a piano, his cock was my musical instrument. Up and down, along with licking the sides of his shaft like a popsicle was a treat.
Kissing we snowballed each other with precum, and before he could do anything else, I pushed him down again. Our tongues meshed and our cocks grinded together. Purposefully I mashed my equipment into his balls, which made him squeal in delight, and made my way to his hold which I absolutely would plunder. He has made the mistake, of telling me how sore his ass was the first time. Now I was going to repeat this again, as he was my bitch, and I was going to have my way. Not one bit of negotiation would help, and as I licked his hole to his contentment, I got the lube and my fingers going in him. That warm and inviting hole, the peach shaped rear, were going to be all mine.
He had no choice as my strong arms grabbed him. We kissed voraciously, and at the beds edge I popped my hard on inside of him. Using a mirror I had on the nightstand, I showed him his hole taking in my gigantic erect and aggressive cock. It was sensory overload. Soon the mirror went who knew where, as I made love to him with his feet and ankles on my shoulders. He was so warm inside, and that hot volcano was tightly wrapped around my penis. Going in him all the way, there simply was no more room to push. He made sure to push down, but I held my hardness past his g spot deep in his anal cavity. So tight and what an amazing feeling, plus we loved the squishing sounds made by our bodies becoming one. The smell of lust in the air, no heater was needed as I prodded his back door with a lot of force and intensity.
Eventually I took him from the side. We both liked this as we could kiss. Our lips smacked, and I held onto his nipples, as he felt my balls as my dick penetrated him completely. His eyes were closed. I knew we were getting there. Soon he switched to riding me. As we kissed I heard him say something indecipherable, and hot cum came down on my abdomen and chest. Grabbing it with my fingers, I stuffed this thick white load into his mouth, and played tonsil hockey with him. Snowballing was where it was at, as we shared his DNA, which tasted so sweet. Coming out hot from his balls, we kissed more as my penis was according to him, felt all up his spine. He was hurting a little bit, but that's what's required for what we had.
Decided to take him from behind. He needed doggie style anal. It was another way I reinforced my dominance, and I spanked his cheeks hard, as my cock scuba dived his insides. He had such a nice ass. Those cheeks could bounce coins easily. I loved how soft they felt, and grabbed his hair, to put him even more in my grasp fucking him. The sensations were amazing, as my entire body and consciousness was illuminated. We were together, and I continued to pound him viciously, with only my balls stopping any more penetration. Never had he had a man of my girth and length, and he gave me a look that bordered on giving in. Yet I was absolutely going to finish inside of him. He would most definitely take my shots of DNA where they belonged.
Oh I was sweating so much. My hair was a wet mop, and I could feel it leaving my skin. There was that pungent scent, yet it turned me on more. Pushing and feeling him stretch was heaven sent bliss, and I bit my lip to try to hang on for a moment later. Yet here it was, and I yelled out loud, as my cock exploded deep in his nether regions. He looked back at me smiling, but also relieved that something of his hole might be left. Filling him up with shot after shot of cum, I loved watching the white liquid roll out of his cute buns. We had chemistry like a set would have, as our pheromones and hormones had been set on fire, and now had been watered down.
He eventually got up to get us ice waters. Kissing him we held hands. Both of us had just done an intense form of cardio together. He was my little spoon, and I held onto him with my strong arms and legs. It was so nice to be with him. As we drifted off to sleep both of us smiled, as the pinnacle of our lust had been launched. More and more comfortable with each other, I planned on surprising him with a morning blowjob. Yet the alarm clock didn't go off for some reason, and we slept together, up against each other in paradise.