Cop Tales

"Cop-Tales"

Story #5

It promised to be a great couple of days away from Police work for me. My hopes were high and my ass was ready for something different. Hopping on a plane and heading south to Florida was exactly what I needed to help relieve some of the stress that has built up within me. That and the fact that I would be reunited with my old Army buddies. put a smile on my face as I relaxed in my airplane seat. I was attending a "destination wedding" for my buddy and most of the costs were already covered. All I had to do was pay for my food and any souvenirs I desired. Who could ask for anything better?

I was headed to Orlando and the house of the mouse. It promised to be a big affair because the bride's parents were loaded. I chose to stay at a hotel that was on the property of Mr. H. Potter to avoid most of the kids that were usually at a Mouse place. Clad in shorts and a comfy tee-shirt, I was on mother fucking vacation for the first time in a long while!

I was in a great mood and made friendly conversation with the elderly woman beside me. It has been a while since I was on a plane, so I made the most of it. Flirting with the male flight attendant became more and more of a game for me as the drinks flowed. By the time I was getting off the plane, I had his number and a dinner date if I was ever free. The only problem was, he gave off the impression he was looking for the same type of guy I was. Cursed and blessed at the same time with this body and alpha persona, I was most always mistaken for a top man.

Arriving at the hotel, I was flabbergasted at the size of this beautiful hotel. The fucking lobby was an open atrium half the size of a football field. The smell of fresh flowers filled the air and instantly took your mind away to another place. Sky high windows completed the look of luxury as they overlooked an expansive lagoon. Checking in was a breeze and before you knew it, I was in my swim trunks taking advantage of the pool that was almost the size of a small lake.

I strutted around in my tight trunks admiring all the dad bods that were there with their families. I wondered which ones had big cocks and which ones I'd sleep with if the chance ever arose. Obviously, most were of good breeding stock flanked by the kids they'd made. I had to be careful because before long my cock was fattening up and making a noticeable bulge. Why is it when you're living your best life, cock still obsesses your mind? Within a short time, I was beet red from the strong sun I wasn't used to. It gave me a nice glow when I checked myself in the mirror as I dressed for dinner.

Two of my other Army friends were staying at this hotel also and I waited for a text from them when they arrived. Lots of loud yelling and high fives were exchanged in the lobby as we greeted each other much to the dismay to those around us. All three of us entered the Police force (after serving in the MPs) in our respective towns and state. After we bull shitted for a while, I walked with them to the respective rooms to check out who had the nicest one.

It was great meeting up with my buddy the groom who I hadn't seen in years and the dinner was amazing. Catching up with tall tales of how strong we were or how fucked up we got drinking was the main conversation at the table. After three or four drinks, none of us guys were feeling any pain. When the strip bar across town was mentioned, I had to chime in that I was willing to go in order to keep up appearances. It was awkward enough having to answer tons of questions earlier as to why I didn't have a date or wife yet. It seems wedding brings out the match making quite quickly when you are single. I don't know how many times I heard, "He'd be perfect for so and so," and "We'll have to set you up with our friend."

The titties were out and the ass and pussy were shaking to the loud music as I cat called and joined in with my friends. I don't know how many dollar bills I stuffed in G strings to try and blend in. It was a straight man's dream and a gay man's fucking nightmare. But to keep from being totally bored, I had my eyes on the bouncer. Strong looking as fuck and dark complected with a nice bulge, I even followed him into the men's room hoping to catch a look at his junk. Much to my dismay, he entered a stall and took all my drunken dreams away.

I drank like a fish and the time passed quicker than I thought it would. Thankfully we arrived in a rented bus so none of us had to drive back to our hotels. My hotel was the last stop that night and we all three fell out of the sliding door still feeling the effects of the booze. It was getting to be around midnight but the lobby was still bustling with activity. When we entered, I needed to piss like a race horse. Pointing to the restroom off the main lobby, they went on ahead of me to their rooms. I sighed out loud as a strong piss stream flowed from me in the deserted men's room. Admiring myself in the mirror as I washed my hands, I defiantly looked better with some color.

Heading back out into the open atrium, I still had a good buzz going on as I headed to the bank of elevators. I know I stumbled once or twice but luckily, I played it cool. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw a dude stand up quickly from one of the many sofas that filled the expansive area. Now I know that normally, there wouldn't be anything suspicious about that. But this dude had me lock in his cross hairs immediately. When he started moving in my direction, I prepared myself for some kind of bullshit sales promotion or God knows what.

But when he didn't stop me and instead continued to follow me down the long hallway, I began to think otherwise. He kept a distance of about fifteen feet from me as I rang for the elevator. My cop instincts really kicked in when the elevator door opened and he stepped in behind me. I shook my head slightly and smiled as I knew this guy had picked the wrong dude to fuck with. As the lift raised up, I looked over at him and he gripped his crotch and stared at me with a seductive look arching his eyebrows up.

Wondering if I was imagining things in my state, I avoided looking at him and wished the elevator would move faster. I watched the floors click by on the overhead display, but I also side eyed him. With his arms folded, he now had a look of bewilderment on his face. When it arrived at my floor, the doors opened and I quickly stepped out. Much to my dismay, he followed me out and I assumed I was about to be assaulted or possibly robbed.

I was somewhat relieved to see a family coming towards me from further down the lengthy hall. Their loud voices echoed in the cavernous tunnel of room doors as they approached. I hoped that would deter any plans he had as I headed straight for my room. As I scanned my room key over the lock, the family passed by me. The guy following me had stopped about forty feet back and just stood there looking at me. When the family passed him, he again fondled himself and nodded at me.

It was obvious then this wasn't a robbery attempt but a dude who was just after some action. Being another gay dude, I shouldn't have missed all the signs he was giving off beforehand. I suddenly felt flattered realizing he'd chosen me tonight for some fun. I studied him up and down weighing my options and wondering if I should. I was tired as fuck from the traveling and the drinking. Was I up for some dick tonight I thought to myself?

Mid-forties looking and tall with a paunch, he obviously drank too many beers in life. Balding with wiry sides that desperately needed a trim, he was dressed in a tank top with really baggy basketball shorts that hung to his knees. Heavily unshaven with dirty white sneakers, he looked like a bit of a slob. I could do a lot better and I could do a whole lot worse I thought to myself in the few seconds I had to think. Of course, my other head had a different opinion, and instantly wanted to play hide the bone with him. Figuring "What the fuck," I motioned him towards me as I pushed open the squeaky door further.

Once inside, he immediately pulled his tank top off and tossed it on the bed as the heavy door slammed shut. I saw an abundance of black hair covering his naked back and instantly became aroused. As he pulled his shorts down, I kicked off my shoes and started to undo my shorts. In a hushed voice I asked,

"You do this often?"

"Yeah, actually I do," he bragged. "I get quite a lot of action just sitting down there waiting for someone like you to walk by. Lots of dads here sometimes want to try something different when the wife's not around. If I'm horny, I head over to hotel lobbies and usually always get lucky," he said as he tossed the bed pillows aside and turned down the bedspread. You could tell he had indeed done this lots of times.

"How'd you ever figure I'd be willing," I asked intrigued as I stepped out of my shorts?

"You got the look," he quickly fired off. "No offense, but I figured you were looking for dick. I saw your roving eye scan the lobby and I was hoping I was right. After a while doing this, you get a feeling for your kind. I'll admit you don't fit the dad type I usually end up with. It's kind of hard for a guy like me to attract your type anywhere other than places like this. Here where the options are limited, I'm defiantly doable. I'm really looking forward to this with you. It isn't often I bag a bull like you. I'm going to attempt to fuck the shit out of you," he bragged as he patted the bed looking at me.

I kinda understood what he meant. With pasty white skin that glowed anywhere the sun hadn't touched his skin in a long time, I might have overlooked him elsewhere. His chest matched his back and was covered in thick hair. Lacking any muscles, he was thin and lanky. That of course made his cock and balls stand out from his body impressively. Why is it that most skinny dudes are always hung like fucking stallions?

Tonight, he looked sexy in a weird way or was it just my beer goggles? The feller down south was surely ready and was swelling up firm knowing he was about to get laid. When the rest of my clothes were off, I made my way over to the bed. I watched him reach down for his shorts and pull out an already opened condom and a small bottle of lube. I thought it was kind of presumptuous of him to think I was the one getting fucked as he rolled the rubber over his hardening cock.

Standing tall now, his cock was about seven inches with a fat cut head. I watched as he unrolled the rubber over the end of his cock and move it down his shaft. As he applied the lube, it made his sheaved shaft shine like a new penny. His nuts were covered in a thick nest of hair matching his groin. Wild looking and also in need of some trimming, it reflected the way he dressed and carried himself. Not the least bit polished or finely groomed, he looked like he could care less about those kinds of things.

I crawled up on the bed without any more words exchanged between us. I was taken aback when I quickly felt the coolness of the gel on his fingers as he searched for my pucker. This guy was bold as fuck and anxious to get going.

"You been fucked lately," he asked nonchalantly as he run his two finger tips into my asshole?

"Well, it's been a couple months," I responded surprised I answered so quickly to a stranger.

"OK, I'll ease you into it," he said as he removed his fingers and I felt the bed dip to one side as he crawled up on it. "I'm very experienced at opening guys who don't do this very often," he spoke as he crawled up behind me. "Just be warned, once I get going, I like to fuck hard, get my nut and get the fuck gone," know what I mean," he asked?

As I nodded, I understood, he fell forward onto my back. "I've been interrupted a couple times with wives coming back to the room unexpectedly. "I've learned its best to work quickly," he said as I felt his hard cock flopping against my butt. Reaching down, he guided his slippery cock between my ass cheeks and probed for my hole. Once he found it, he instantly applied pressure against it. I grunted slightly indicating he'd found pay dirt before he started pushing inward.

"Yeah, there you go big boy, open that pussy up for me," he whispered beside my ear.

"You don't have to worry about us being interrupted," I managed to say as he eased his cock deep up into me. I was hoping it would help slow his roll and allow for a little longer time together. "I'm here alone attending a wedding."

"Any chance you're the best man? I've been quite lucky that way. Busted a few best man's assholes the night before the wedding," he said as he continued his assault on my pucker. "My goal is to get a groom the night before he ties the knot. Image having your nut up a groom's ass as he's reciting his vows the next day? Almost had me one a few months ago but he got scared after I slipped it in him. I did manage to get a few good strokes in him unsheathed before he begged me to stop. I wish I hadn't listened to him and busted my nuts anyway."

I managed a weak, "No, I'm not the best man," before he stopped his forward assault. I guess it was the amount of booze I'd consumed because he was balls deep without much resistance or pain. Resting on my back, he allowed me to get used to his cock as he run his arms under my chest. For a wimpy looking dude, he put me in a tight bear hug.

After a few slow strokes, we quickly fell into a steady fuck rhythm as I spread my legs wider and allowed him to dig in deeper. I could feel the difference a rubber makes on your asshole and didn't quite enjoy it as much. Alongside an expressway or feeder road late at night, a condom doesn't come up as an option very often. You take what you can get and that means fucking without protection. No sooner than I had finished those thoughts, he paused his strokes and whispered in my ear.

"Any chance I could convince you to allow my a few strokes without protection between us," he asked? "I'm clean, I promise you that. Your ass feels amazing and I'd like to bone you skin on skin for some strokes."

"Yeah, sure man," I responded as I raised my head up. "You can put it back on just before you cough up your load, if that's your preference," I answered.

"Fuck yeah, anything you want their tuff guy," he responded with an upturned voice as he then suddenly kissed my temple. "Thanks man, you'll enjoy it also."

I then felt him start withdrawing from me. There's a distinctive sound a rubber makes when it's pulled off a hard cock. And it echoed loudly thru the dimly lit room. He eased up off my back and applied more lube to his now naked cock and instantly started reinserting it. I heard a deep-seated moan come up from his throat.

"Fuck man, that feels so much better to me," he said as he started his strokes again. I'll admit, it felt much more pleasing to me also and as I fell back into a hypnotic state of mind. He pounded me into the mattress with rapid jabs that made the queen-sized bed squeak repeatedly. What he may have lacked in looks, he made up for in the way he fucked. I found myself uncontrollable moaning out loud even when I tired not too. Gyrating his hips around and tapping his nuts against my cheeks was sending me into heaven. He began breathing faster as his hot breath bathed the back of my neck. I could feel the intenseness on the moment building up within him. It was obvious he was about to bust his nut. He stopped suddenly and then cussed repeatedly in my ear. Two strong surges ran thru his shaft as he attempted to withdraw from me. But he was in deep and he took too long. I knew even in my drunken buzz state that he had fired off a couple squirts of cum.

"Fuck man, I'm sorry dude," he again cussed as he raised off my back. "I think I pumped a couple rounds in you before I could get out," he apologized as he ran his hand over my butt cheek. "I swear I shoot clean jiz. I only go raw with the dudes who say their clean also. Mostly all married guys. I usually avoid this because most dudes ask me to forgo wearing protection. They want my nut inside them," he tried to rationalize with me. "That asshole of yours just pulled the cum right out of my nuts. I'll reapply the condom and continue on if you want," he asked in a pleading voice as he ran his finger up and down my butt crack? "I really want to finish what we started."

I could feel the slickness of his cum as I contracted my asshole. His thumb stroked and prodded my pucker and smeared his sliminess around my opening. Touching ever bump and wrinkle back there, he treated my hole like we'd done this a dozen times and there were no secrets between us.

"Fuck man, the damage is already done I guess," I answered as I raised up and moved on to my side. "Shit happens in the heat of the moment, I understand that. It's hard for a top man to control himself in the heat of it all. I'm cool with continuing on without the rubber seeing how we've gone this far."

"Fuck, really guy," he asked with a confident look on his face? "And what about pulling out before I shot again," he asked in a whinny voice with a shit eating grin as he then traced my taint and up behind my sack?

"I'll leave that up to you. Do what you think is best," I answered. I was no fool and I knew I'd played right into what he wanted all along. This dude was all about spreading his loads around. Hell, I respected him for that honestly. I really wondered if he kept a bedpost notch for each guy he seeded from hotel lobbies?

"Can we do this right and like fuck face to face then," he enthusiastically asked?

I finished rolling over without objection and extended my legs up widely as he moved into position. We settled in quickly and were back in the saddle fucking like men do. He locked his arms behind my knees and bent my legs back towards myself. He wasn't in quite as big a hurry as he was before, but he was still hell bent on getting his nut. We both began to sweat as I hugged him around his chest as his whiskers tickled my neck. He edged right up till he was about to bust his wad before he stopped suddenly.

"Not just yet, I want to savor this," he breathed heavy in my ear. "Dude, I'm leaking slim in you like crazy. Fuck, I've always been a heavy natural lube leaker," he said as he looked me in the eyes. "You've got me on fire so I know I'm dripping like fuck inside you. Raw pussy is the best way to fuck, aint it? Your cunt has to be as fertile as fuck already and I haven't even finished dumping my full load," he bragged. "You outa be glad I can't swell you up," he snickered at me as he wiped the sweat from my face.

He raised himself up and loomed over my body smiling down at me. Striking a muscle mans pose above me, he flexed back and forth showing off his small guns. He was defiantly proud of himself. He then withdrew his cock surprisingly and I could see his shiny red cock head, still hard as fuck pointed up.

"Look what the fuck you do to me dude," he rattled off as he gripped his cock and pointed it at me.

"You're a great fuck," I said to further boost his confidence. "But why didn't you shot your wad already," I asked?

"I'm about to friend. I just wanted to look at you one more time before I do. I'm savoring this fucking moment. Plus, I had to let him cool down some. But dam he's begging to get back up inside you and pop off."

With that said, he mounted me again and within a minute, he was busting his nuts fully. I laid back on the bed and watched him get up as he then let out a loud, "Fuck Yeah," as his body glistened with a fine sweat. He strutted around the bed with his arms up again like a prize fighter who just won a match. I couldn't help but smile at the way he was reacting. My asshole was sloppy as fuck as I dropped my legs down and pulled a pillow under my head. He walked up to my head and his limp cock was right in front of my face as he spoke. "Dude, that was a great piece of ass," as he patted my cheek. I then saw him reaching for his shorts, but after that, I couldn't remember much of anything else.

I must have passed out instantly because the next thing I knew it was morning. My phone was jumping off the nightstand vibrating from an incoming call. I popped up in bed quickly grabbing my head from the pain of a hangover. My eyes ached also from the bright sun coming thru the open drapes. A slight pain came from my groin and lower belly as the hairs that were pasted to my skin from the dried load I'd shot, pulled free. Quickly the events of last night rushed thru my head. I slowly crawled out of bed sitting on the edge as I tried to remember all that had happened last night.

"Fuck, I got my ass railed last night," I moaned to myself as I arched my head back and stared at the ceiling. I then scanned the area with my eyes looking for my wallet. I was suddenly worried he might have robbed me anyways afterwards. Lord knows what happened after I passed out, I pondered? I then saw it lying on the floor atop my shorts I took off last night. Unfolded with my badge prominently on displayed, I quickly stumbled to retrieve it. My driver's license and a couple of my credit cards were pulled from there slots, obviously having been rifled thru. Thankfully, all my money was still there and accounted for. But he defiantly now knew I was a cop along with my name and address.

I looked around for my underwear to slip on but they were no where to be found. I know I wore some last night, I thought to myself. Where the fuck could they be, I wondered as I looked under the bed?

My phone was vibrating again from an incoming call as I scratched my ass and yawned. Stretching to the ceiling caused more hairs to break free for the dried goo on my body. As I grabbed my phone from my nightstand, I noticed I had tons of missed phone calls from my other two friends staying here. Vibrating again in my hand, I saw it was one of them and reluctantly answered it.

"Hey man, we're down here at the restaurant waiting on you for breakfast. You must have had a really good piece of ass last night," he bellowed as I heard other laughter in the back ground.

"What," was all I could manage as I rubbed the sleepiness out of my eyes and shook the cobwebs in my brain?

"Dude, I heard you taping that pussy last night," he said as I listened intently. "I stopped by your room on my way to catch a smoke. Thought you might want to walk outside with me. But fuck dude, I could hear you pounding that pussy thru the door. Man, that bed was squeaking and tapping the wall with a steady beat and you were moaning like a wild man. Who was she buddy," he then asked?

I was shocked that he was right outside my room as I was getting my ass fucked last night. Did he really think I was with a chick or was he fucking with me? I tried to remember if that guy and I talked as my ass was being driven into the mattress? Instantly I was wide awake. I was still in a bit of a brain fog but I managed to come up with," I met her at the bar in the lobby after you guys left me," I responded.

"Well, come on down and give us married guys all the details," he laughed.

He bought it apparently, at least I thought. "Yeah, sure buddy," I answered. "Right after I get a shower. You guys go ahead and eat. My stomach isn't up for any food right now."

I stumbled to the bathroom cussing my headache. My bladder was about to bust wanting relief. As I stood before the bowl, a hard heavy stream of dark yellow piss flowed from me. My head pounded as I relived the fucking I'd taken. Off the corner of my eye, I saw the used rubber he pulled off laying in the trashcan. I picked it up for no good reason and examined it thoroughly. Stretched in its semi crumpled form, you could still tell he was about six or seven inches in length. There was an abundant amount of slime visible within it even though I remembered him taking if off early.

A small drip of liquid then formed at the end of the reservoir tip and aroused my suspicions. After further examination, I noticed the very end had been cut off. "Fuck, this dude was going to juice me whether I wanted it or not, I said out loud as I shook my head in disbelief. "Dam you're a sly dog," I complemented him as squeezed out some of the slimy liquid and rubbed it between my fingertips. Still slick as shit, I then dropped it in the toilet and flushed it down.

After swallowing half a bottle of aspirin, I hopped in the shower and washed away all the DNA evidence he'd left on the outside of me. My asshole was in good condition after the pounding it had taken as my soapy finger explored my ravaged hole. His cum wad was long ago absorbed within me after passing out last night.

Pulling on some clean shorts and a tee-shirt, I searched the room for my missing underwear again. When they didn't turn up, I knew there was doubt he must have taken them. I was somewhat flattered but also pissed because there were my favorite pair. With a camouflage pattern, they were my lucky set of jockeys. I cussed my shitass luck as I headed out of my room desperate for some black coffee.

I made sure I grabbed my sunglasses to hide my bloodshot eyes. The restaurant wasn't very busy as the breakfast rush was winding down. As soon as I entered the place, the smell of bacon filed my lungs. I saw a show of hands and a few shouts from my friends at a table off in the distance. Sitting in an area where a couple families were still eating, we had to watch our language as I sat down. With a pat on my back from one and huge smile from the other, the first question in a hushed voice was,

"Details fucker, we want details."

I made up some cockamamie story about meeting this beautiful blonde at the bar and we hit it off. I had time to come up with something as I showered knowing they would quiz me on the events of last night. My one friend spoke up again and bragged about how steady my strokes and thrusting were as they leaned in a huddle over the table listening intently.

"Dudes, that was some fine pussy. Tight as my fucking fist on my cock," I bragged. "I had a wad of cum built up so fucking bad that when I shot, I know I knocked her up," I bragged as they laughed and high fived around me.

"You fucking dog. You didn't were a rubber with her," my one friend asked?

"Nope," I bragged with pride. "I know if she's off the pill we made a kid together I'll never know about," I then laughed.

"Shit man, I'm super happy for you," the other one then said. "When we would all visit those whore houses, remember back then, you'd never want to fuck? You said you worried they weren't clean. While we all were banging pussy, you were standing in the open door just watching us. I was beginning to worry about you back then. Thought maybe you were working for the other team, know what I mean," he said?

Instantly I bristled up and said in a voice louder then I should have, "What the fuck you saying dude? I'm some kind of cock hound?"

"Now calm down brother, I was just fucking with you," he instantly responded and laughed as the other buddy joined in. "Man, I had your goat instantly," he said as they again high fived each other.

I had to answer some more questions about last night but otherwise the conversation switched to the events of today. We had a rehearsal dinner later but otherwise we were all free to do whatever we wanted. I ordered more black coffee and encouraged them to go on into the amusement park without me. I was still too hung over and just wanted to relax today. "My backs killing me," I laughed as I raised up slightly and banged my hips against the table side indicating I'd fucked too hard last night.

As I watched them all leave, I scanned the area and noticed a family within one table length of mine. It was a dad and wife with a small boy. As I sipped my coffee and rubbed my sore eyes, I went over the words my friend had said to me. "Was he catching on to me," I asked myself? Just then I heard a woman's voice asking me a question.

"Sir, which park do you like better. Our young son is too small to ride most rides. You have any suggestions?"

When I looked up, it was the lady at the table across from me. I was taken aback by here friendliness as I sipped some more coffee before answering.

"Sorry, I'm really not the one to ask," I answered politely. "I don't have any kids so I really don't know which is best for small ones."

A quick "Thank you," came from her as I suddenly took notice her good-looking husband. He was the type that would get you into trouble because you couldn't keep your eyes off him. Farm boy good looks and a smile that dazzled, I don't think he knew how handsome he really was. When I looked at him again for a little too long, he nodded his head and reached over for a hand shake. "Jonathan," he offered as I extended mine.

"I'm officer Kent," I said without thought. It was something that just flows from your mouth after a certain amount of time on the job. But to be fair, I also introduce myself that way when I think it will help a situation. I know from experience straight guys love talking with a cop when it's in an informal setting. Now that I had dropped my line in the water, he seemed intrigued instantly that I was in Law Enforcement.

"You're a cop," quickly came from him as he asked if he could join me? "Works like a charm most times," I thought to myself as he now sat across the table from me. God his looks were the stuff of dreams. Guns, Police car performance, bad guys, and respect for my job, were the usual conversation starters. Once a few of them were touched upon, we talked about sports and turned the corner on becoming fast friends. It was always nice to come across guys who were super friendly. When he turned towards his wife and told her I was a Police officer, she ignored him and continued fiddling her phone. I could see the disappointment on his face when she didn't even acknowledge him. He shook his head as he then looked at me.

"It's all good man," I said to him in a hushed voice. "Who needs a skirt around when you've got good male company," I said to bolster his confidence. He nodded and we continued our conversation without once having his wife care one bit about what he was doing. We talked about his job and where they were from and after only a few minutes I felt I knew him like an old friend you'd just caught up with after a long absence.

The coffee ran right thru me and before I knew it, I needed to piss badly. "Hey man, I really gotta take a leak," I said to him and he responded he needed to also. Our chairs scooted loudly under us as we pushed them back and echoed in the cavernous restaurant. When he stood up, he told his wife where he was headed and received a simple dry sounding Ok in response. Inside the bathroom, we stood side by side pissing together as men do. Both of us with one arm extended highly against the tile wall behind the urinal wall to steady ourselves. As like last night, the bathroom was void of anyone besides us. As we washed our hands together, I tugged at my line in the water wondering if I had a potential fish on the hook.

"Dam, you're a really good-looking guy," I told him as I watched myself in the mirror. "It's sad to see your wife treat you so belligerently. You're a fucking catch and she should watch out before someone steals you away from her. Listen if you ever want to just hang around more with a guy who really apricates you, hit me up and we'll talk some more," I offered. "Just know I'm only in town a few more days."

"She gets like that sometimes," he responded without being offended I'd said what I said. "She's always pissed off at me anymore. Doesn't even like the way I breath at times, she says," he laughed in a pathetic way. "You'd think it would kill her to give me any kind of complement. And she only gives up the pussy when she wants something anymore and I'm trusting you to keep that between us. A man's got needs know what I mean," he said as he dried his hands with a paper towel and then adjusted his crotch. "You wouldn't believe how backed up I am Kent. But enough about me. Hey, we're spending the day by the pool. You hanging around the hotel today much," he then asked me?

"Yep, I sure am," I told him. "I partied too much last night at the titty bar with my buddies and I need to recover. I'm in room 4110 if you find yourself wanting to hookup later. I'm thinking of hanging by the pool myself later this afternoon. Maybe we'll connect down there. I'll buy you a drink, maybe it will help loosen you some. You look wound up tighter than a dicks hatband. We need to find a way for you to carry a lighter load up top and down south, if you know what I mean," I offered in code. I then bravely ran my hand up and down his firm back as we headed for the door. He turned his head slightly and smiled a knowing smile as he opened the door for us to leave.

We pated our ways after I paid my bill and took care of their breakfast also. He looked especially surprised when I did that and thanked me again and again for my kindness. I really wondered if he'd follow thru on my temptations. Like most married guys, once he'd put thought into it, he'd back out on guilty feelings alone. Hell, that's even if he caught my drift. Sometimes straight dudes can be thick as mud.

I watched them leave the restaurant as I shopped for souvenirs at the hotel gift shop across from the eatery. Thru the glass walls I watched his perfect ass fill his shorts to perfection as he carried his young son. It would defiantly be a feather in my cap if I could bag this dude, I thought as I played pocket pool with my junk. "Image how thick his nut batter must be if he hasn't fucked in a while," I wondered?

I went back to my room after I'd given the maid time to do her thing there. I was still not feeling the greatest and kicked back on the freshly made bed. I drifted in and out of consciousness as I relived the events of last night. A lot of the details were still somewhat foggy but the others were strong enough to muster a hardon as I laid there. It wasn't often I was scouted and pursued with such great perfection as he pulled off with me. He got what he wanted with great precision and disappeared like a thief in the night afterwards. Leaving me with a gut full of sperm from a guy I didn't even know his first name. My cock throbbed under my cloths as I acknowledged all that mentally.

I must have finally drifted off fully as I jumped awake a few hours later. Shocked I'd slept so long, I hustled to avoid wasting anymore of the beautiful sunny day outside. I glanced out my fourth story window down at the pool. It was sparsely filled as most were still in the parks. I slipped on my extra tight swim trunks and admired my firm ass in the door mirror. Shit, I was on vacation and nobody knew me here, right?

As I mentioned before, the pool was ginormous with about a hundred lounge chairs around the edges of the pool. I walked around a bit checking the scene, but mostly looking for the guy from this morning. Much to my great surprise, he was still there, camped out under a cluster of palm trees providing shade. I staked my claim on a chair across the way from them and waited for my chance to acknowledge him.

There were tons of eye candy around and believe me I took notice of it all. But with this guy I felt he was a bird in hand and I wanted to get in his trunks in the worst way. It took about thirty minutes before he looked my way and I waved. He smiled instantly but played it cool. After a few more minutes, I watched him get up and look over at me again before walking towards the pool bar. I took that as an invite and eagerly followed. He was standing at the area where you walk up to order and I slowly moseyed up behind him.

"Anything he wants, put it on my tap," I yelled to the female bartender as I handed her my room card. I then carefully ran my hand up and down his naked warm back. He'd already been burned bright red and glowed from the sun.

"You don't have to do that Kent," he said as my hand lingered at the top of his swimsuit and I hooked my thumb under his waistband. I made sure I stood so no one could see what I was doing as I moved my thumb back and forth against his skin.

"Shit man, I'm still hoping to get you loosened up a little," I said softly into his ear as I leaned in closer. I also made sure no one was able to hear us before I continued on. "Maybe after a few cocktails I can find out what you're hiding under this suit," I snickered as I boldly rubbed his butt? I knew it was risky, but I took my chances.

"It's going to take at least three or four of these expensive beers. You willing to pay that much for something you're not even sure about," he asked with a sly smile as he looked back at me?

"How about I worry about that and you just keep drinking," I said as the bartender arrived with his drink.

We split apart but I kept a hawk's eye on him for about another half hour. That's when he stood up and headed for the bar again. Of course, I followed suit and was standing behind him again when he placed his order.

"Starting to feel like you're willing to let another dude help you out," I whispered sexy close to his ear?

"I'll give you one thing, you're persistent," he answered as he winked at me. "I've never been pursued like this before. But I kind of like it. He then leaned in closer to me and I could smell the alcohol on his breath as he asked, "Just to be clear, we're talking blowjob here, right? I couldn't even begin to agree to anything else. That would be considered cheating on my wife in my book."

"Hell, I'll settle for anything you're willing to let me do to you Jonathon," I coyly answered as I then rubbed the front of his trunks. I could feel the end of his pecker thru the loose material and rubbed my knuckle against it.

He went back to his wife and kid as I patiently waited hoping I hadn't push him too hard. Butterflies were starting to churn in my belly figuring I'd blown my chances with him. On his third trip back, I cornered him after he'd gotten his beer. In a shaded corner of the empty bar, I eased close to him and spelled out how we could proceed with this.

"How about next time you come up here we slip into the men's room and I get you know you better," I asked in a sly voice?

"Dude, I'm really scared we might get caught," were his first words. "I mean, I think I want to try this. I'm super flattered you find me attractive," he confessed as he looked around making sure no one heard our words. "No dudes ever treated me like this before."

"Come on Jonathan, how often you get the chance to get your cock sucked from a law man," I thew back at him?

"Fucking never," he smiled as he took a drink from the beer bottle. He defiantly looked like he was rethinking things.

"We'll slip away for maybe ten minutes max. You won't be missed at all dude. Tell your wife you're taking a shit," I said before he could think too much. "Aint your fucking nut sack begging for relief? How long you been carrying that load dude, think about it."

"Honestly, it's been over a week since I've been able to whack one off," he confessed as he looked at me with deep thought. "And this will only be between us," he then asked?

"Absolutely, this stays between the both of us. Come on man, you know as cop I'm a man of honor and my words mean something. Let me at you dude," I sort of begged?

"Alright, fuck, after this beer we can try this," he said as he stepped away from me super scared acting.

Time drug like a mother fucker waiting for him to man up and find the courage to get this going between us. But much to my surprise, he did finally. He looked my way and made sure I noticed before he walked. I followed him into the bathroom after a discreet number of minutes passed. I instantly saw him standing at a urinal looking down at his junk as I walked in. He took notice of me as he stood there almost frozen in his tracks. It was a small restroom with three stales. Thank goodness the stall doors ran down to the floor to help hide a person if they were using the place as a changing area.

I walked over to him and put my hand on his shoulder. I could see his limp pecker hanging out in a thick bush.

"Come on man," I said in a smoothing voice as I reached for his neck and cupped my hand around it. Pulling him towards me, he followed as I lead him to a stall. Once inside, I locked the door and stood in front of him.

"Dude, get out of your head. You deserve this and I'm here to help you out. That bitch doesn't apricate a good-looking fuck like you. But I will I promise," I said as I eased his swim trucks down his hips. "The quicker we get this going, the sooner you go get to her." He didn't resist any and before me within seconds was his daddy dick. He'd made kids with this fucker and I was going to be the lucky dude who got to milk him.

"You're the first and only dude who's ever going to do this to me," he whispered as I ran my fingers explored his limp shaft.

"It's an honor buddy," I said to him as I looked up at him. I cupped his hairy nuts in my hand and weighted the heaviness of them. "Dude, you've got some bull nuts on you," I bragged as he lightened up a little and brushed the hairs on the back of my head.

"I plan on making a lot more kids if she'll let me near here," he bragged as he nudged me slightly towards his crotch.

I licked the tip of his cock head and he sucked in air like he was suffocating. I instantly felt the wetness of his recent piss and savored the tase of him. As my mouth engulfed his soft cock, I smelled the chlorine from the pool water. Within seconds, his cock recognized the warmth of a willing mouth and started swelling at a record pace. I massaged his nut sack with my fingers and explored the area behind his tight balls. He was ready and wiling now to allow me to do whatever I wanted as he started pushing my head closer to his crotch.

His cock was at almost full attention when I dared to play with his pucker. I ran my finger over his ring and waited for him to stop me. But he didn't. So, I took advantage of it as I started to really work his shaft. Gauging him at about six and a half inches, his cock head had a beautiful mushroom crown. Goo flowed from his piss slit quickly as I started to finally get a taste of his sperm laden balls. He then started to moan softly and buck his hips into my face. This dude was indeed backed up and ready to pop at any moment.

I gathered some spit that had leaked from my mouth at the base of his shaft with my finger. Slowly I inched back to his asshole and pushed my spit covered finger in. As he upped his forward humping, I attempted to get my finger inside. He resisted at first, but his mind was preoccupied and I was able to slip in to my first joint. That really set him off and he quickly began to breath faster and urge me on even more. I concentrated on pulling his load from his nuts with a strong suction and he was there within seconds. He moaned uncontrollable each time he fired off a thick wad of cum. I could feel the strength of his contractions run up the tube in his cock as I began to savor the taste of his balls. Thick as fuck and heavy with clots, it was like I was drinking pancake batter. The smell of his sperm was so potent as it whiffed up into my noise.

I drank all that he spit up. When he was finally done, I suckled his softening cock head to nurse any ruminates that remained. When I pulled off and looked up at him, he was coated with a light sweat and looked exhausted.

"Fuck dude, that's the best knob job I've ever had," he confessed as he stepped back slightly and began to pull up his trunks.

"Fucker, your nuts taste amazing," I said as I stumbled to my feet. "I can tell now why you're a dad with as strong a taste that was. Honestly, you're packing some great nuts on you bro."

He bristled up with pride instantly as I made my way over to the hopper and whipped out my cock to piss. As my heavy stream echoed in the stall, I leaned around and asked,

"You gotta let me at you again before I leave Florida. I want to drain you again, OK?"

"Let me think about it," he answered as he walked over to me and hauled out his cock. I reached over and traced his ass crack thru the fabric of his trunks. For a few minutes, we pissed together in unison joining piss streams at times.

"I really tasted that good to you," he asked as I shook off my cock?

"Best I ever drank," I said as I winked at him.

"No ones ever said that to me before. My wife acts like a blowjob are sickening to her. Fuck dude, you sucked me dry," he said as he shook off his cock and pulled his shorts back up.

I took a few moments to massage his strong shoulders as we looked at each other's reflection in the mirror. "We can meet up in my room anytime, I'm here alone. And you're guaranteed to get your nuts drained again." I said hoping to corral another round with him.

"Maybe one more time wouldn't hurt," he shyly said as I smiled at him in the reflection.

I watched him walk back to his wife and kid, hoping I'd get the chance to be with him again. I savored his taste one last time in my slim coated mouth before I ordered a beer to wash it away.

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