"Cop-Tales"
Story #4
"How the fuck did I get myself in this position again" I cussed to myself as I took off my hat. I tossed it on to the hood of a rusty vehicle parked beside the tractor he was working on as I shook my head.
"Close and lock that fucking barn door before I even think of following thru with this," I yelled at him disgusted sounding.
I watched as his drunken ass staggered over to the opening and pulled it closed with a loud thud. He slid a long nail that hung on a string thru the latch on one side. Then he proved its secureness by trying to pull the door open again. Taking my gun holster off, I laid it up beside my hat as I mentally prepared myself for what was about to come.
"Happy now mother fucker," he belted out in a bolstering voice? "Now maybe we can get down to business," he said as he made his way back to where I was standing. I couldn't keep my eyes off his hulking body clad in overalls as he walked back. In the years passed that I have known him, the hard farm work had defiantly paid off. Fiddling with the snaps that held his overalls up, his drunken mouth spilled blackmailable things at me.
"Remember all those times in high school I couldn't keep you off my cock? Especially after a Friday night football game. Now that you're some kind of high polluting lawman, you think you're too dam good to suck the scum out of my sack. Back then mother fucker you were always between my legs in the back seat of my car. You can't run away from the past with me fucker. You drake too much of my nut sauce to ever deny being a cock hound."
"Calm down Josh," I said to him as I watched his face get red with anger. "That was a long time ago Josh. A lot of things have changed since back then. You for one got married and went to work on your dad's farm. To forget you, I enlisted in the Military. We both went our separate ways, remember," I said as I stepped closer to him and run my hand across his hairy chest as his other strap dropped?
"Yeah, I remember," he said soulfully as he looked me in the eyes. Doesn't mean I'm happy with that arrangement all these years later. You and I had a good thing going back then. No reason we can't pick up where we left off. I don't get enough off the old lady anymore with all those kids I made," he confessed. "I miss the old times when I could always count on you to get relief. I don't know how many times I came by your parents' place after I didn't get lucky on a date, remember dude," he asked as he adjusted his crotch?
"Yeah, I remember," I half-heartedly laughed. "Hell, we did do a lot of crazy things together back then," I answered as my hand played with the thick hairs on his upper chest. "My mom thought we were best friends the way you were over there so much. But in reality, it was for only for one thing with you," I then snickered.
"Yeah, being the quarterback of the football team, I was swatting girls off me left and right. But I always had you on the side who loved to blow me and occasionally even allowed me to plug your ass," he bragged. "You saved me from so many unwanted pregnancies back then dude."
As he calmed down, I tried to reason with him. "So, man, why am I out here again," I asked?
When I rolled up the dusty driveway it wasn't my first time here, I'd been here many a time back in the day. It was his old man's place he inherited when he died. Chickens ran wild as I parked my police SUV in front of the house. A huge cloud of dust swirled around my vehicle as I got out. I was immediately met by his wife on the front porch. She had 911 on speed dial as of late. Standing there with a baby in her arms, she was flanked by two young boys hanging onto both here legs. She looked pissed as fuck and instantly yelled at me.
"He's at it again officer. He's been drinking all morning and then he comes in here running his mouth at me. I'm tired of his shit and I want something done or else I'm leaving," she screamed making the baby start crying. "He calmed down for a few days after you come around here last time. You have a way with him the other officers don't seem to have. Maybe you can do the same today before I shoot his lazy fucking ass!"
I shook my head thanking myself inside that I didn't get married and end up living a lie. As usual, Joshua was out in the barn in the middle of the afternoon drunk as a skunk. The dry earth crunched under my boots as I headed for the barn knowing it wasn't going to be a good encounter. We had drifted apart when I enlisted in the service and now this was how we reconnected. I promised myself I wasn't going to be pressured into doing something I didn't want to do this time. Two weeks ago, when I responded out here, it turned into a semi reunion/suck session. Of all the new recruits riding on their own, it was ironic coming out here would fall into my lap. With the wise words of my training officer still ringing in my ears, I did my best to keep the peace with him. Unfortunately, I allowed my emotions to get in the way and I ended up with a belly full of cum last time. Now I felt as though it would be used against me.
I formed my words and thoughts for a strong defense as I walked hoping this time it would work. "Fuck dude, you're a fucking lawman. You don't gotta do anything you don't want to," I ran over my lips almost as a mantra as I walked. "Just keep things on the up and up," I said just as I approached the barn door.
When I walked into the darkness of the barn, I saw him head first in the side of an old tractor as my eyes adjusted. Working with a ratchet wrench, the sound of it was very familiar to me. He filled out the bulkiness of his bibbed overalls squatted there quite well as I admired his bulky body. His ass was massive, but in a good way. Mud caked open lacked construction boots covered his big feet as I took in all of him again. He was always strong as an ox and nobody ever fucked with him. But now after years of hard work, he was twice the size I remembered him to be. Naked from the waist up, the heat in the barn was oppressive.
Tons of empty beer cans littered the straw laden floor adjacent to a car up on blocks close by. The smell of hay and chicken shit hung heavy in the dank air. Before he even saw or heard me, he cussed up a storm with his head buried in the engine area.
We defiantly had history together. In our senior year we both fell into a relationship that centered around me servicing him regularly. It continued until we graduated and then we both went our separate ways. Now after all these years, we ended up connecting again on a stupid domestic call. When I rolled out here the first time in uniform, I figured he still lived here. But when I saw him again, undertones of our past rushed thru me and clouded my judgement. Like in the past, his cunning use of words and charm had me back on my uniformed knees reliving the many times I'd done it before.
"Hey Josh, it's me again, Kent," I yelled in a loud commanding voice as I stood my ground with my hands on my hips.
He slowly raised up and looked over at me. Quickly grabbing a grease rag, he tried to wipe his hands clean.
"I aint done nothing wrong Kent," he yelled back knowing I wasn't here for a friendly visit. "What that fucking bitch tell you this time," he bellowed as he threw the rag aside? "I went up there for lunch and she didn't fix me anything bro. She's still all pissed off because I lost my job again."
"You didn't hit here or anything," I asked as I saw his arm go down between his skin and the material of the loose hanging overalls. He blatantly scratched his junk as he reacted to my words.
"Hell no man, I know better than to do that to a woman," he shouted! "Fucker, you know I was raised better than that," he threw at me with furrowed eyebrows.
"I gotta ask these questions for my investigation Josh," I offered trying to calm him. "Why you drunk already at this time-of-day man?"
"I aint getting any pussy bro. I told you that last time you were out here. Nothing changed since then. What else can a guy like me do instead? I play with my cock all the time. But I'm tired of always having to jerk myself off. Hell, you already know how backed up I am after the last time you were here. You tasted how potent and thick my sperm deposit was."
I watched as he maneuvered his cock under the thickness of his overalls. He saw my watching him and gave me a dead stare with a snarky grin. "Wanta relive old times again," he asked?
"Josh, we been down this road before. I can't be a good lawman and go around sucking dick on the job dude. This isn't `Call 911, get your cock sucked service, dude."
"You never complained when you sucked my cock all the time back then bro. It's just you and me in here again. Come on man, for old times' sake do a fellow a favor again. My balls are fucking heavy as fuck with sludge. Wanta play Roto Rooter again, clean my pipes for me?"
"Dude, I shouldn't have given in and sucked your cock last time I was here. You put me in a very compromising position then. I could lose this job over stupid shit like that. I'll admit you tasted good and it was fun reliving old times. But it can't happen again."
"But hell, you did such a good job," he bragged as he rubbed his crotch. "Shit, if you're against blowjobs then, I could go for some pussy off you. Will that go against your rules about sucking off a dude on the job or make your conscious feel better?"
"There's no reasoning with you when you're like this," I answered as I wiped the sweat from my brow. "Besides, there's no place to do stuff like that anyways," I said half kidding.
"Got an old couch along the wall in the back," he offered up quicker than fuck. "It isn't like we haven't done this before. No reason to be shy around me now. I've kept my mouth closed all these years. No reason I'd fuck that up now Kent. Come on man, let me ride that sweet little ass of yours again."
"Shit, he's got an answer for everything," I confessed as I gripped my jaw and thought hard and fast.
"You used to beg me all the time to fuck you but I thought it was too queer to do that too much, remember? It aint too queer for me now. Come on bro, give me some of that tight pussy I remember so well. At least I hope it's still tight. You getting your ass plugged regular?'
"Dude, I told you last time, we can't be doing this every time I come out here. And besides, my ass is just as tight as before, thank you very much."
After closing and securing the barn door he rang out, "Then let's find out," before he turned and walked towards the back of the barn. I yelled his name over and over but he ignored me and continued walking.
Leaving me in the dust, I reluctantly followed him back to the area he claimed had a couch. I mean, I still had to follow thru on my investigation, right? With his overalls straps hanging down to his knees, his naked back down to the crack of his ass was exposed. There wasn't any underwear waistband showing so I knew he was free balling it. Being horny as fuck didn't help my cause here. And it wasn't very often I didn't have to initiate the action. Always on the lookout for an opportunity to exploit some desperate dude wanting to get out of being arrested, this was a cake walk for me. He was ready willing and able to take control and fuck. The fact that I hadn't jerked off for days only heightened my desire to bust a nut with him.
"Hang on Josh and let me catch up," I yelled to him as he maneuvered around the stacked hay bales. My cock was staring to come alive as I felt its thickness forming. He stopped his forward movement and waited for me. When I was beside him, he draped his strong muscled arm around my neck. I instantly felt safe and submissive at the same time. Leading me a little further thru a maze of bales, the well-used sofa appeared at the end against the wall. Well hidden, I can only imagine how many times he'd jerked off sitting on it. He grinned as I took it all in and started pulling his overalls down over his hips.
"This could of all been yours man if you hadn't ran off," he laughed with pride as his naked lower body came into view. I hadn't seen him totally naked in years and I was super impressed. His limp cock and balls hung low in an impressive display of manly groin hair. I couldn't help but drink in all of him as I stood there in a daze. He broke the trance when he spoke.
"Still like what you see after all these years," he asked me?
"Fuck yeah," I stammered as I looked him in the eyes. "All that farm work has defiantly paid off for you."
"Was kind of hoping you'd say that," he said as he kicked off his boots and stepped out of his overalls. "It would be so easy for us to start back up where we left off if you're willing. It could be like old times," he offered as he shook out the kinks in his junk. I'd consider stopping my drinking if you'd let me at you regular again. Hell, I'll even get a bed for us out here, fix it up real nice for you to be more comfortable on your back. You up for that man?"
I was taken aback by his words. It was the very thing I thought I'd always wanted to hear from him back in high school. Back when he couldn't begin to admit he liked sex with a guy. Now it was almost as close a marriage proposal as I could get from a redneck like him and I was in complete shock. Was it the booze talking or had he changed his attitude towards being with me? I'd dreamed of this day and now it was here so to speak. Not knowing exactly what to say in the moment, I quickly coughed up a response.
"Why don't we fuck again for the first time in years Josh and see if we're still into each other that way," I said as I started pulling my shirt tail from my pants?
"Yeah, sure man, that works" he answered somewhat pleased with my answer. "Just be ready for me to really tear up that little asshole of yours like I used to," he laughed as I watched him play with himself. "But I'm warning you, I'm putting in a claim on that sweet ass of yours right now," he said as I watched him walk over to the wall to take a piss.
"Yeah, no problem," I answered as I pulled off my shirt noticing the sweat rings that were already under my arms. I watched as he placed his hand on the wall above himself and spread his legs wider as he started to piss. His body glistened with a fine coating of sweat as I heard him sigh as he started reliving himself. I watched as a steady stream of liquid ran down the barns wall between his legs as I started undoing my pants.
"You get fucked much these days," he threw out as he turned my way?
"Yeah, occasionally I get lucky," I answered as I kicked off my boots. The sharpness of the hay dug into my socks as I pulled my pants and underwear off. "Mostly on duty I hate to say," I answered.
"You fucking shit head. And you were giving me crap for sucking my cock the last time you were out here and you're now confessing you get your ass plugged on duty sometimes," he bellowed as he shook off his cock? "You're a fucking hypocrite," he then chimed in as he walked towards me. "I fucking knew you enjoyed sucking on my cock last time no matter what you said. Once a cock hound, always a cock hound fucker," he laughed as I slumped my shoulders with embarrassment.
"The Military and the Police academy really put some muscles on you also," he commented as he ran his ruff hands over my white tee-shirt. "Still got a smaller pecker then me," he bragged as he reached down and fondled my cock and balls. I returned the favor and gripped his cock as it started to swell up. Familiar with every inch of his cock from my senior year, I recalled its every vein and indention as I ran my hand up and down his shaft.
"I fucking loved you back then," I confessed for the first time to him as I cuddled into him and felt the warmth of his body. As his arms wrapped around my upper body, he squeezed me tightly.
"Yeah, I know you did," he answered as he slowly led me towards the couch.
From the minute I laid back on the cushions, I was under his spell again. There was a time I'd have done anything for him and those feeling rushed back into my head instantly. With copious amounts of spit on my part and the fact I'd gotten fucked about a week ago, I managed his thick cock. With my legs drawn back towards my chest and the fact the cushions were well worn, my ass was arched up to almost the perfect place. Now I'm a good-sized dude, case in point, me being a Police officer. But his presence and size dwarfed mine as he settled in atop me. I closed my eyes and was taken back to when we'd sneak and fuck in my bedroom while my mom was down stairs. My cock responded to him masculinity as my cock stuck up from my body like a god dam rocket ready to launch.
With a great sigh from him, he slowly entered me as I gripped his strong arms. Within seconds, he was slowly sinking fully into me as I groaned out loud.
"Fuck yeah, I could get back into fucking you regular no problem," he said softly in my right ear. "Fuck, you're just as tight as I remember you were," he complemented me as he moved his nuts up against my ass cheeks. As he gave me a few seconds to adjust to him, I heard kids running and playing outside the building. Instantly I panicked and pushed against the sides of his chest.
"Josh, I hear your kids out there," I said in a troubled voice. "Is there any way they can get in here," I asked as he slowly pulled out of me and then moved back against my butt?
"You worry too much," was his response as he withdrew again and moved back into me faster. I took him at his word as I relaxed some and wrapped my arms around his thick chest. By now, we both were covered in a light sweat as he started increasing his strokes. I grunted on each inward stroke and relived all the times we'd done this before. The smell of alcohol oozed from his pores and was heavy on his breath as we fucked.
As he started fucking me harder, I really got into us being together again, I ran my hand over his sweaty face as I stared up at him with adore. Never one to kiss me, I tried to see if he'd changed but he turned away from me. My feelings were somewhat hurt that he still couldn't admit he enjoyed sex with a guy. Instead, I sucked his neck and savored the taste of him as he really started throwing the cock to me. The kids thew a ball or something against the side of the barn, but nothing broke his focus. Hell bent on coating my guts with his slime, I could see the concertation on his face. When he finally got his gun, I could feel the fulness of my bowels leak around our union. Dribbles of watery cum leaked from me and trickled down my ass crack.
So many times, my asshole was coated with the slimy ruminates of our union when I'd walk him down the stairs to leave at my childhood house. My mom was always wanting him to eat with us before he left most times. If only she had known what he had just done to her perfect son in her eyes. She always encouraged me to hang with him more because of the lack of friends I had. True to being a good son, I tried as often as I could to get him to fuck me despite his unwillingness to do anal with me most times.
When his limp cock slipped from me, he rolled onto his side as I slipped from under him. Within seconds he was sound asleep and started snoring as I reached for my cloths, I watched him sleep and noticed my load had coated his lower belly and matted the hair there. I seriously wondered if I wanted to fall back into a sexual thing with him? I was at the age where I wanted to explore having sex with other dudes over settling down with just one. And honestly the feelings I had for him weren't the same. We'd both grown up and changed.
I grabbed my uniform and walked back to the large open area I first walked into to. The heat was less intense there and I was already dripping with sweat. I used the grease rag he wiped his hands with earlier to dry my damp butt crack before pulling on my underwear. Walking back to the house, I struggled with having to talk with his wife again.
I knocked on the tattered screen door sniffing my pits to be sure I didn't stink. Wiping the sweat from my head, I attempted to smooth out the wrinkles in my shirt. I hoped it didn't look too obvious that it had been removed since she last saw me. She approached the door with a king-sized attitude and listened to my words as I explained I'd talked with him.
"He won't be a problem anymore today ma'am, he promised" I explained to her as I felt somewhat quality knowing I'd just had sex with him. "He and I talked and we came to an understanding. I hope I don't have to come out here anymore," I said as I jotted down information, I said to her in my report. "It's getting a little repetitive and next time he might have to be arrested to make a point," I said as I placed my pen in my upper pocket as I looked at her with authority.
"Maybe I'm wrong but my woman's intuition tells me there's something more between you two then you both let on. He told me you two were close friends in high school," she said with attitude as she crossed her arms. "I've seen lots of pictures of you two together back then. You looked really happy in those photos. And I know that expression on my husband's face when he's in lust. He really liked you I can tell."
"Then you start coming out here and he seems different once you leave officer, happier, know what I mean? Totally different acting from the other cop's that have been here and talked with him. I confronted him about it and he said I'm crazy. Funny thing though, he stopped his god dam insistence that we have sex right after that. All after you left last time. I just want you to know I'm not a fool. I can smell his sweat on you right now and honor me with not saying I'm mistaken. I know my husband's smell, especially after sex. That and the fact you were down there with him for a really long time. Just like last time. You give all your calls that kind of time and attention officer," she asked as she extended her arms out in disbelief? "Because the other officers didn't. Then you come back sweaty looking and your uniform is fitting neater then when you arrived."
"I just want you to know I fell out of love with him a long time ago. I'm just here for the money anymore. Now that the fucking asshole lost his job, I'm seriously considering leaving him. I want you to know I have no problem with you being with him. Hell, if anything, you're doing me a big ass favor. You have my blessing to come back as much as you want."
My jaw dropped as I listened to her words. Shock was an understatement on my part. When she paused talking for a minute, I didn't know what to say. I thought about defending myself but just couldn't find the words in the moment. I just cast my eyes downward and really wanted to die.
"So, it's true you and him had a relationship back then and you've been doing gay shit down at the barn again with him? Am I right," she asked with disdain in her voice?
All I could do was nod my head in an affirmative way before I spoke. "It's not his fault," I quickly responded in a pleading voice. "I chased him back then and he was just a horny teenager like me who couldn't resist. I'm sorry I gave in again after all these years. I fucked up. I should have respected you and your marriage. I'm really sorry. I could lose this job over all this Please I'm begging you," I pleaded.
"Give me your personal cell phone number," she quickly asked as I fumbled getting my note pad out of my front pocket. "I aint going to tell anyone so stop worrying. At least you've been honest with me. I figure you must take on the female role in this thing between you both? I know him and I know he'd never go for anything more than someone taking care of his needs. Trust me, I know him all too well. He can be very charming when he wants something from you. Just a word of warning from experience. He's a selfish bastard and will always be that way. It's all about him. So, tell me if I'm wrong, but you took care of him sexually down there just now, right?"
"Yeah" I answered wanting to be honest with her after all she'd said to me. I paced around in a circle looking at the ground before I said anything more. It was the first time I'd ever admitted to anyone especially a woman that I was gay. I was nervous as fuck but kind of relieved also if that makes any sense. "He's down their naked and passed out sleeping on the sofa. So, I guess you can put two and two together as to what we did," I answered. "You should check on him before too long just to be sure he's alright. Drunks have been known to vomit and suffocate before."
"Again, thank you for your honesty," she answered as she looked me up and down. "I would have never taken you as the type to take his cock up your ass. At least you can't get pregnant and give him another mouth to feed. Maybe he's smart in the aspect. But to each his own I always have said. I'm not pissed off even though I look that way. It's just my resting bitch face," she laughed finally breaking the tension in the air. "So, from now on when he gets like this, I'm calling you personally. I'll forgo 911 if you're willing to come out here and do whatever you two do together to make him happy. I don't want him getting arrested. I mean he is the father of my kids. And I'd have to bail his ass out."
I quickly scratched down my number and handed it to her as she opened the door.
"He's your problem from now officer," she said as she stuffed it in her pocket. "You don't want him getting arrested then you better start coming out here more often.
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