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Cop Shop Reunionx
Roger and I took a second cup of coffee, as the rest of the guys from the conference left the restaurant for the big basketball game. It was going to be a great game, they all agreed, two tough teams in the NBA, with lots of action guaranteed. We'd all gone out to dinner, after the day's session, but Roger and I lingered over coffee, more interested in catching up with each other than taking in the game along with everyone else. Most of our fellow cops had bets on the game, and their pre-game chatter soon left us in peace.
It was our second day of the annual police conference, and Roger and I always enjoyed rekindling our friendship here. We had met at the police academy, as roommates. Both rookies from small town departments, we immediately had a common bond, and helped each other get through the rigors of the four month academy.
That was four years ago, and we had both returned to our small towns, to be the rookies in our respective police departments, and had kept in touch with e-mails and the occasional phone call, often asking each other for advice in our police work and the world of small town law enforcement politics.
Roger had gotten divorced a couple of years ago, and my girlfriend left me before the academy was over, and so we had helped each other deal with the breakup of those relationships. I'd done some serious soul searching after she had left me, and had begun to realize I really preferred men. It wasn't a fact I shared with anyone in my town, what with being a cop and a gay man in Hicksville, where the fundamentalist churches in town controlled all of the businesses, and held sway at the city council meetings.
Still, I'd come to the big city once in a while to check out the gay bars, and I'd had an occasional one night stand. But, that scene was just too sleazy for me, and there was always the chance of getting busted by one of my fellow men in blue and having word of my love life getting back to my chief, or, worse, the old coots at the local coffee shop.
As we sipped our coffee, Roger told me about a number of bad dating experiences, and said he was about ready to throw in the towel on the whole dating scene. Being the only cop in his town working the night shift didn't offer him too many dating opportunities, as the only times he met women were during bar checks when he chatted with the cocktail waitresses or the smokey voiced bartenders and when he interviewed the victims of the countless domestic assaults he got called out to.
My cock twitched a bit as I looked at Roger, as he was telling a funny story about a mental case who ran against the mayor in the last election. He had grown a moustache since our last visit, one that drooped down to his jaw, a Fu Manchu, and it looked good on him. He worked out a lot, and his broad shoulders and chest filled out his polo shirt, stretching the fabric tight in all the right places, with tufts of his black chest hair sticking out from the open top button. I'd spent the day waiting for our breaks, to check out his muscular ass in his jeans, and his tight thighs, flexing against the cloth of his Wrangler boot cut jeans.
We'd always arranged to be roommates when we came to the convention, and always ended up talking late into the night about our work, our lives, and our hopes for the future.
Our second cup now drained, Roger mentioned that he had an unopened bottle of Scotch back at the room, and perhaps it would be a good time to sample that. I readily agreed, and we soon were filling our glasses with ice and Roger's booze, lying back on our beds, not having anywhere to go until the first session the next morning.
"How's your love life, Wayne?" Roger asked. "You've been kinda mysterious about romance in Hicksville."
"Real slow, Roger, I replied. "You know what it's like trying to find a decent date in a small town, especially when you're a cop on the night shift. You can't date anyone you arrest, or interview, and, well, you wouldn't want to sleep with anyone you met in our line of work, unless it's a professional sex surrogate."
Roger chuckled, the sex surrogate joke our familiar way of laughing off and not going deeper into what was a sore subject for both of us over the years.
"You know, Wayne, I've noticed you've changed these last few years, when it comes to dating. There's something you haven't told me, and, well, we've known each other really well these last four years, and I think it's time you came clean with me," Roger said, as he refilled my glass with another shot of Scotch.
"Lord, I've always thought you should be a detective, Roger," I replied. "You can always read me like a book. I know I can trust you, but, geeze, this is hard to say, and I don't want to lose our friendship."
Roger picked up his glass and came over to my bed, sitting down next to me, and wrapped his arm around my shoulders.
"I think I already know, Wayne, but I think it's healthy for you to put words to it, and say it out loud," Roger said. "What goes on at a cop's conference stays at a cops' conference, you know."
I choked up a bit, but told Wayne I had come to realize I was gay, and that I'd been faking the macho dating game for far too long. Now that I was honest with myself, I could finally be happy.
"Well, Wayne, I'd proud of you for telling me," Roger said, giving me a hug. "It's really no surprise to me, and I think I've always known. It's not a big deal to me, you know. I like you for who really are inside, anyway."
His strong arms felt comforting to me, and I started to weep on his hard, massive shoulder, as Roger drew me deeper into his deep, strong chest, and wrapped both of his meaty, gym-shaped arms around me.
"You know, Wayne, I've been doing some soul-searching myself," Roger said. "I think I still like women, but, I'm pretty curious about men, too. And, I think I'd like to see what being with a man might be like. I've sure been fantasizing a lot about that lately."
We talked a bit about fantasies and our lust, and how little we learned from our dads about sex and love and lust. We'd both grown up in the typical working class home, where puberty was an experience best celebrated by giving it the silent treatment with our parents, and explored in our teenage beds with a wad of tissue, and a smuggled Playboy, with a smattering of locker room humor and innuendo.
Roger poured us each another shot of Scotch and refreshed the ice, and cleared his throat, looking down at the floor.
"I don't quite know how to put this, Wayne, but, well, I'd like you to teach me some things tonight, and, well, geeze, I don't quite know how to put this," he stammered, his cheeks turning red.
"Roger, I think you're telling me you want to fool around with me, and do some real police investigation with me tonight," I replied, reaching over to run my finger down his cheek, feeling the roughness of his evening stubble on his jaw.
"I'm a pretty good teacher, you know. So, let's get started," I said.
I took Roger's hand and led it to my shirt buttons, and he began to slowly unbutton my shirt.
"Take it slow, Roger, and use your fingers to feel every inch of my skin, as you work your way down. I want you to strip me naked, slowly, and explore every inch of me," I said.
In a few minutes, my shirt was tossed over a chair, and Roger was methodically undoing my belt, and peeling my jeans off, visiting every inch of my hairy chest and belly, and lightly running a finger over my boxers. My cock had grown substantially in the last few minutes, developing a real hunger for Roger's attention, and I took his hand on a guided tour of my area of greatest need.
Soon, Roger stripped off my boxers, and leered at my now hard cock pointing at his mouth, and my full balls. I pulled him on top of me, pulling his face close to mine, and kissed his moustached lips, feeling his whiskers rub against my moustache and goatee. I could feel his hard cock through his jeans, rubbing against my cock and belly, his chest beginning to sweat from the heat of his lust, his excitement in being with a man for the first time.
"Now, it's my turn, partner," I whispered, rubbing my fingers through Roger's thick, now wet moustache, down along his stubbled jaw and the thicker, darker stubble of his chin.
I slowly unbuttoned the rest of his polo shirt buttons, running my finger into the coarse curls of his dark chest hair, and then rubbing my fingers across his chest, into the damp cloth of his armpits, feeling the heat rise from him, his heat from the last shot of Scotch, and the heat of his new, experimental hunger for more of my male attention to his horny flesh.
Pulling up his shirt, I ran one finger up the thick trail of hair from his jeans to his belly button, following it up to his chest, as I pulled the shirt higher, now exposing the start of the fur of his muscled pecs, his large, fat nipples, and, soon, the thick forest of wet armpit hair. His hot, manly musty aroma, now no longer masked by his shirt, drifted upward, overloading my nostrils with his need for my touch, for his release.
I pulled his shirt from him, half way to my goal of stripping him naked, baring him for my imminent attack on his cock.
"Just relax, and enjoy this, Roger," I whispered, rubbing my finger around the outside of his nipple, feeling it tighten, feeling its tip harden, stroking the thick fur around its rim, and hearing Roger sigh with pleasure, as I gently tugged on the now achingly hard tip, taking the nipple into my eager, wet mouth, and sucking him. I soon gave equal attention to his other nip, rubbing my furry face from tit to tip, across the damp expanse of his furry, hard chest, as Roger closed his eyes, concentrating on my attentions to his hungry, needy body.
In a few minutes, I had unbuckled Roger's belt, and slowly unzipped him, feeling the hardness of his cock through the opening in his pants, through the thin and now wet fabric of his boxers, the heat rising from his imprisoned balls. I slowly stripped him of his jeans, until his strong, hairy thighs and calves were the subject of my fingers' close attention, his hard cock throbbing with the beat of his heart, against the tent of his shorts, until I had freed his manhood from its shroud, giving me access to his most desperate, needy organ.
I reached over to the drawer, pulling out two condoms, and straddled my new lover's furry belly, facing his moustached face, my stiff cock pointing at him.
"Time to put on my raincoat," I chuckled, handing Roger the rubber. He blushed, and began to laugh, as he unrolled the latex down my leaking cock, hard with excitement and my own need, until the folds were deep into my curls above my needy, full balls.
I moved down his tense, steamy belly, and over his stiff cock, until I was kneeling over his thighs, having a tremendous, close, intimate view of his manly, virile cock, belly and chest, all waiting for our next move. I ran one hand down his firm belly and cupped his balls and hard cock, feeling the thickness of his damp pelt of hair above his cockroot, and the long, damp hairs of his ball sack.
Slowly, I unrolled the other condom over his throbbing, fat shaft, stretching the rubber over his wide uncut cockhead, its piss slit leaking pre-cum, now lubricating the inside of the rubber, soon to be lubricated by my hungry mouth and hole.
I circled Roger's cock with my lips, rubbing my goatee against his balls, smelling his lust, his intimate smells of his ball sack, feeling the hard texture of his nuts, as I took each one of them into my mouth, rolling them with my tongue, feeling the ball hair against my beard, my cheeks, as I wetted his cock with my mouth. I took him, all of him, into my mouth, pumping him to his full length with my mouth, my moustache again and again entangling with curls of his bush and his balls, as I corkscrewed my way up and down him.
I could feel Roger's balls begin to rise and the cum begin to grow in his balls, so I moved my hand up to his cockhead, and squeezed the underside of his shaft, just below the cockhead, until I could feel his need subside.
"Patience, partner," I whispered, "It's not time yet, and there's more to cum for you."
Roger had one arm draped over his eyes, his head tilted back, totally immersed in the joys of the moment. He looked down at me, his lover low down by his cock, the vision of two naked men making love, and grinned.
"Oh, you're doing just fine, partner," he gasped. "I'm struggling to keep up with all of your teachings." Opening a foil packet of lube, I squeezed out a big dollop, and slowly spread it on my needy hole, and his willing cock, wetting us both the next step in our evening's adventure of mutual discovery. With my finger, I rubbed Roger, and pushed some of the fluid inside of him, his first time of taking a man.
I gripped Roger's still hard cock with one hand, and gently jacked him, and then moved up higher, until both of my thighs straddled his waist, until my hole was just a few inches from the tip of his steely shaft, his still virgin cock.
Slowly, I moved down, until the head of his cock was touching my hole, Roger now ready to take his first man, to bury his cock balls deep, to fully make love to a man. I moved slightly down, feeling the tightness of his cock against me, then relaxing, yielding, as I moved slightly further, beginning to take my lover, to take his virginity, to unite us at last.
In a minute, Roger had moved fully inside of me, his balls rubbing against my butt cheeks, on the down stroke of every thrust, his coarse bush of pubes pushing against my balls. I felt his thick cockhead run the length of my prostrate with every stroke, my own cock now straining for release.
I looked down at Roger's writhing, rhythmic body, his chest now sweaty with his lust and the beat of the upward thrust of his hips, as he moved the full length of his cock into me, building to his climax, his face filled with his grin below him moustache, his mouth gasping, tense with need.
Roger reached out and grasped my throbbing cock with both of his strong hands, and began to jack me with full motion, his voice now crying out softly with need at the top of every stroke, each time shortening his strokes, and the thrusts of his hips, as he came to the top of his mountain, until his balls erupted, shooting spasm after spasm of his seed out of his balls and through his aching cock.
As Roger came, his strokes on my cock finally sent me to my release, as I, too, emptied my balls, sending strong waves of jism through my cock, filling the rubber with my seed.
Spent, we laid side by side, our arms draped across each other's sweaty chests, as we regained our breath, as our balls relaxed, now draped against our thighs, the last of our cum oiling the now filled shafts of the condoms, until they slid off, leaving our cocks oozing our seed, soaking the hairs of our cockroots.
We collapsed, fully spent, and lay side by side, my furry chest tight against Roger's bare, muscular back, my arm draped around his strong shoulders, my hand against his still sweaty, carpeted chest, as we regained our breath, our cocks still oozing cum. I could feel his strong heart beat in my hand, and in my chest, as I held my new lover close to me, after his first orgasm, his first taking of a man as his lover.
"Wow, you're amazing, Wayne," Roger whispered, grabbing on to my hand against his chest, his butt tight against my crotch, my now limp cock and spent balls. "I could only imagine what this would be like, and it was so much better than the best of my fantasies."
We talked for a while about our sex lives, about our needs and desires, and how natural it felt to be with a man, and to truly pleasure another man. Fully spent, we both drifted off to sleep, secure in each other's arms, our naked bodies together, at last.
Just before dawn, I awoke, my cock now hard against Roger's bare butt, the warmth of his body making me sweat just a bit, despite the cool of the early morning. I moved my hand over his warm, hairy chest and down his belly, until his hard morning woody rubbed against the back of my hand, until my fingers felt the curls of his hair circling his balls and cockroot. I rubbed his foreskin, and felt the hard, silky hairless skin of his shaft, and the dampness of his cockhead, and ran my thumb around the rim of his cockhead, feeling his size, his manliness, the head that had filled me last night, Wayne's first taking of another man, his taking of me, his lover.
I moved my hand around his hard shaft, and began to jack him, feeling his breath turn from sleep into the beginnings of awakening, and the beginnings of his first cumming of the day. I found the rest of the lube, and another condom, and quickly sheathed myself, and soaked my fingers in the lube, wetting his hole, preparing him for yet another sexual first.
Roger moaned softly, and shifted his thigh, opening his butt hole so that I could fully explore the puckered rosebud of his hole, opening his chute for my stiff cock, so that I could take his virginity, the virginity of his hole, and bring him once again to the peak of excitement, to feel him cum, as my cock filled his hole.
I moved my knee and thigh against Wayne, until one leg was between his thighs, until his hole was fully open to me, and moved my hard cock next to his hole, so that the cockhead was tight against his hole, ready to take him. My hand kept jacking Wayne's hard cock, his breath now beginning to tighten again, his body again hot, eager to build towards yet another orgasm, this first morning of our love making.
"Are you ready for me, lover?" I asked, my cockhead snug against his rosebud.
"Oh, God, yes. Yes, take me. I want you so badly," Wayne gasped, as I slowly pushed myself into him, waiting for his rosebud to accept my invasion, and then, his chute, as I slowly pumped in and out of him, until my cock was buried balls deep inside of my cop lover, my partner, my thick bush rubbing against his strong butt cheeks, my balls rubbing against his furry nut sack each time I hit bottom.
We began our ancient dance, my hand jacking now matching the rhythm of my hips, and my cock danced and plunged into and out of Wayne, the condom stretching over my hard shaft, and the mixture of our juices, our sweat, and the lube easing the pistoning of my cock in and out of my lover.
We rode this slippery, wet ride for quite a while, as I felt his prostate grow and respond to my thrusts, and my presence inside of him, feeling his hard cock begin to reach its peak, ready to empty his balls, ready to shoot his cum onto his hairy, sweaty, heaving chest at last.
My other hand moved down from Wayne's sweaty shoulder and pinched and pulled on his stiff nipple, setting Wayne's cock off, shooting jets of his cum into the moist air of the bed, now thick with the smells of our sweaty chest and pits, the sweat of our balls, until his belly and chest were soaked in his cum and his sweat.
I had stopped pumping my cock into him, enjoying the thrashings and writhing of my lover, as he came, as his cock exploded, his seed exploding out, arching up and then splattering against his hot belly, his fireworks finally subsiding, his balls now empty once again.
As Roger regained his breath, I began to slowly pump into him again, feeling the now drained softness of his prostate, as I resumed my climb to my cumming. I cupped his balls, and felt the dampness of his ball sweat and the final dripping of his cum in my fingers, as I rubbed his cum into the fur of his balls, the stickiness and wetness of his juices now lubricating my fingers as I once again held his nuts in my warm fingers. The smell of his new cum and his lusty sweat filled the room, his odors mixing with mine, as I began to once again shoot my cum, to drain my balls, as I pushed one final time deep into Wayne's ass, the feel of his warm, sweaty ass cheeks against my furry balls finally triggering my own cumming, releasing me to explode into the center of my hot lover.
Again, we slowly regained our breath, and feel asleep, once again, in each other's arms, exhausted from another session of passion, and slept until dawn came, the sunlight beginning to fill the room, as we dreamily awakened, two naked lovers, two spent cocks, and four drained balls.
We spent the rest of that early morning, and the long night, exploring each other, Roger eager to learn, as we took our friendship to new heights, until around midnight, we could cum no more, our cocks unable to be roused to yet another orgasm, our balls completely drained.
When our cocks weren't in each other's mouths, or buried in each other's asses, we talked about who we really were and whether we wanted a relationship with each other, and how we should live. We made plans, we talked about our careers, and we talked about commitment.
And, we decided we needed to live with each other, to take the step to be fully with each other, as only then could our relationship truly be a relationship, rather than a one night stand, to be more than fuck buddies.
As we parted the next day, we both had a number of irons in the fire, and we had made some decisions on how we could kick this friendship up another notch or two, to be partners in every sense of the word.
Copyright 2008. Oregon Bear