So I'm sucking away on his fully swelled cock when I feel the truck turn to the right and stop. As I raise my head up to see where we are he turns off the engine. "Were here buddy boy," he shouts as he pats my back. Looking through the windshield all I can see is green leaves and thick high weeds. "Rivers down this dirt path just outside the truck," he said as he pointed through the trees. Sitting up I wipe my mouth with the back of my hand as I hear his door unlatch. I watch as he slips out holding his shorts up with his hard cock still pointing to the sky. "Come on baby, get out and come around to this side," I hear from him as he slams his door shut. I have to fight the weeds as I force my door open. Seems he pulled right into the heavy brush on my side. Getting out I can hear the water flowing from the river that can't be to far away. Scratching my leg and cussing, I make my way down the side of the truck bed. Jake is standing at the tailgate of his truck still holding his shorts up. "Come on lets find us a tree and finish what you started." I wasn't sure what he meant but I followed him towards the path he spoke of in the truck. I could hear birds call in the tall trees and old tree limbs cracked under our feet as we walked. The mud path was damp and I almost fell just as Jake yelled, "Be careful!" Stopping and turning to me he said, "Over this way will do." We stepped high over the brush and into the deeper woods. A small clearing could be seen and I figured he wanted to head there. It was kind of funny watching him walk and hold his shorts up at the same time. A few times I saw the crack of his ass as the shorts dropped lower on his hips. The whole time we walked his cock was still hard and leading the way. Poking out the zipper front like a dog hanging out a moving truck window! "This will do," he said to me as we approached a tree with a thick base. I still wasn't sure what he wanted or was doing until he stopped and turned to me. Letting his shorts drop to the ground he spoke. "I want you to squat down and lean back against this tree," he asked. I was a little taken back by him wanting me to finish his blowjob out in the open where anyone might see us. I looked all around the area to be sure we were alone. He saw my checking out things and told me not to worry, "No one can see us or ever comes out this far." Trusting him I squatted down and leaned back against the tree. The bark was sharp on my bare back and told him so. Stepping towards me slowly jacking his cock he told me not to worry. "Here's what we are going to do" he spoke low to me. I looked up at him and waited for him to continue. "I'm going to pump your face a little. I want you to use the tree to brace your butt against, don't using your back. I'll hold your head and you grip my thighs. Time you know I like to fuck a guy's mouth. I may get a little carried away just before I nut and try to get in too deep. You show me how good you can learn," he said as he patted the side of my face. Cupping my chin in his hand he asked, "You trust me right?" Before I could even think about what he said his cock was at my lips and I opened to let him in. Quickly he stated sawing my mouth as I gripped his hairy thighs as he asked. With each inward hump his cock seemed to go deeper in my mouth. I fought to not gag and concentrated on breathing. He gripped my head with both his hands as he short humped me. I almost fell backwards a few times and was glad the tree was there for me to brace myself against. As we moved together he heavily breathed orders for me to suck harder and open up more. "Relax baby," over and over came from him as he held my head tight. His ball sack hit my chin again and again as the thick course hair of his crotch tickled my nostrils. I was so into the moment I didn't even realize I was taking him almost fully. My nose flared as I took deep breaths between his movements deep into my throat. His belly was heaving in and out as he took really deep breaths. Beads of sweat rolled down his stomach as I watched them at eye level. Quickly, thank god he backed me against the tree trunk and incased my head in his full groin. I fought my gag reflex as I heard him yell, "Swallow!" I could feel his load pulse through his shaft and fire down my throat. I swallowed without though as I felt the liquid deep in my throat. All I could do was wait for him to pull back from my head as I continued to swallow as more cum was pumped into me. Slowly he backed away from my head as his cock began to go limp. He only pulled back far enough for me to clean the head off. I knew to do this because he told me to. As his cock fell from my lips a line of my spit was attached to his cock head. As he stepped back from me he looked totally spent. Softly he spoke as he bent down to pull his shorts back up. "Fucking god dam, you could suck the chrome off a bumper!" I had to smile knowing he enjoyed it as I wiped my mouth and attempted to stand. My legs were cramped and I moaned as I stood. " Did I do good," I asked him as I shook the kinks out of my legs? He was busy zipping his zipper and buttoning his pants. "Baby, you're a natural at sucking a man's cock. Fuck I mean it. Now don't get pissed at me again. I just want you to know how good you are at it. Most men can't take a cock that deep without a few practice sessions. But did you know I was balls deep in you? You didn't even taste my load going down did you,"
he asked? Shaking my head no that I didn't he smiled. I brushed the dirt off the seat of my shorts as I listened. Moving close to me again, he rubbed my belly as he spoke. "That was a fucking direct deposit right from my balls into your belly baby," he laughed! I moved my jaw back and forth knowing he was right. "Dam I can see you enjoyed it also," he said as he noticed the tent in my shorts. "Now that I know you can do that you'll be taking a lot of my loads that way!" Smiling shyly at him I answered, "Whatever makes you happy Jake!" Walking back to the path we headed back to the truck to get our fishing gear. I listened as he continued to brag on how good I was at sucking dick. I was kind of tortured inside at what he said. One the one hand I was happy as hell knowing I had done such a good job for him. But I also felt a little less a man having had another guy fuck my face. I felt some soreness in my throat as we continued to walk back. I coughed to clear my throat. Doing so brought up the juices of his sperm. Right away I knew the taste of him. There was no more kidding myself anymore; I was in deep with this guy. We got our fishing gear and headed for the river. Spreading a blanket out on the riverbank we settled right in. The coolness coming off the water felt good as the summer sun beat down. Beams of sunlight shined through the thick tree leaves above us. We sent most of the afternoon just laying back and being lazy. We ended up talking about most everything. He learned some things about me as I did about him. I relaxed and opened up to him about stuff I had never before to another guy. I found myself developing a strong bond with him. Only another man can understand that feeling. When two guys can connect on a certain level its special. I wanted to be around him and I think he felt the same way. It was truly male bonding. I could feel it between us. When he went to take a piss I wanted to join him. We both stood and watched each other and mixed our streams in a high arch. We didn't catch any fish that day, but I don't think it really mattered. We drank beer and farted together. Ah, guys! I enjoyed lying on the banks and watching him walk down to the poles stuck in the mud, checking them for fish. He had loosened the top snap of his shorts and they rode really low on his hips. The only thing that held them up was his cock and balls. At the front all you saw was thick crotch hair, at the back, two beautiful melons half showing. Wow, what a sight! As he strolled back to me I saw him rubbing his cock head. He had a sneaky look on his face as he lay down beside me. He leaned in close and kissed me deep. I enjoyed tasting him and sucked his tongue. I was learning fast what to do to please a guy like him. Breaking the kiss he rubbed my upper chest and looked deep in my eyes. "I feel like fucking," he said. "You interested?" I was kind of taken back that he asked me first. But I guess he knew by now I wouldn't turn him down. Reaching my mouth to his again I whispered, "Yes!" I watched as he got up and took off his boots and dropped his shorts. Rising up on my elbows I asked, "Your not serious, right here out in the open on the banks?" "Who gives a fuck that someone sees us," he spoke as he sat back down and removed his socks. "I fucked here before, had no problems. Come on man, get your cloths off," he barked. I'm horny as fuck right now!" I stood up and kicked off my boots. Again I checked the area quickly as I dropped my shorts. Walking towards the cooler in my underwear he asked where I was going? I open the cooler and found the tube of lube I had bought. I also picked up some condoms for us to use. Thinking twice I left the rubbers behind. I knew I couldn' t get him to put one on now, not after we had fucked so many times without. And inside I knew I didn't want him to anyways. Walking back I tossed the tube at him. A huge fucking smile came across his face as he shook his head. Dropping my underwear he committed, "You want this as bad as I do fucker!" I watched, as his cock got hard as he greased it. Lying on my stomach I felt scared we'd get caught, but excited at the same time having sex outside in the open. If anybody came down the river in a boat they would see us plan as day. Man was Jake changing me. His body felt warm as he climbed on my back. Something about a hairy man on your back is primal. My hips arched up quickly waiting for him. Instantly he started nuzzling my neck. His prickly stubble felt so erotic. I could feel his slick hard cock between my butt cheeks. He rubbed back and forth between then as he made love to my neck. He sucked and licked me. Whispering in my right ear he asked, "You ready baby?" Nodding my head yes I felt him fish for his cock. He lined the head up with my hole and began to push. The lube made him slide into me so much easier then his spit. Before I knew it he was balls deep in me. I moaned as he moved slowly out and then back in deep. His hairy balls lay in the valley between my thighs. Spreading my legs open more I could feel them fall against my own sack. He started to move faster and sweat began to drip off him. He moaned and sucked air as he pumped me. With the lube the pain I felt before was almost nothing. I found myself pushing my hips back against his forward movement. Arched up like a cat in heat I took all he had. I was beginning to really enjoy getting fucked by him. I was beginning to learn more and more about him and could tell by just the way he breathed and acted he was close. Sure enough just that quickly he announced he was cumming in my ear. I fell flat on the blanket and he took one really hard deep stab and held me tight. I could feel three maybe four pluses from his shaft. Deep inside I was planted again. He slowly rolled off my back and lay beside me looking up at the sky. I rolled over on my back also. "Dam you're a good fuck," he announced. "Never knew cop ass could be so fucking good," he laughed! "I don't know which is better, your mouth or your butt for getting me off!" He rose up some and saw I was still hard. "You can jack off if you want," he said as he lay back down. "I don 't get guys off. You know it's all about my needs don't you Buddy," he asked turning his head and looking at me. I told him I had already realized that about him. "Nothing personal," he said to me. "Figured you'd understand that I 'm the man in all this and you're just the receiver." Nodding my head yes that I understood he seemed happy. Yeah I know guys, but at the time I really felt that way with him. We lay around like lazy bums and continued to talk and get to know each other more. Hell we even went skinny-dipping in the cold river water at one point. It was great fun playing grab ass in the cold water. He brought out the kid in me I long ago thought had died. It was getting late when we decided to head back. The ride home was great and I didn't want this day to end. Pulling in my driveway I found the courage to asked him to spend the night here. Somehow I knew he would accept and he did! There was some major chemistry between us today and I wanted it to last as long as it could. I fixed him some dinner and we watched TV together before lust got the better part of each of us. We made love twice that night in my bed. Once before we fell asleep and again just before we showered in the morning and said goodbye. After he left, Sunday dragged. All I could think about was the great fun we had yesterday and longed for more. I buried myself in mowing the grass and washing my patrol car. When Monday rolled around I hated going back to work. This past weekend raked up there with one of the best of my life. As I rolled into the station house I took a deep breath and faced the day. I sat through role call and received my updates for the day. As usual after role call we grouped together and shot the breeze about our weekend. I was quiet as usual as I listened to my fellow officers brag about this and that. This was the one time I wanted to jump in and say something about a weekend I had. But of course I couldn't. As we pared off and headed for our patrol cars I had to listen to a fag joke from one of my fellow officers. It used to be funny to me as I listened. But now I didn't laugh. Inside I wondered what they would say about me if they knew. I made an excuse and split off making my way to my car. As the week past I didn't hear anything from Jake. At first I didn't think much of it. But as time went on I started to worry. Each night as I drove home I hoped to see him in my driveway. I began to wonder if he had been caught. But I knew I would have heard that by now. Especially since my troop had searched so hard to find him after my abduction. Being the cop that I am I had wrote his tag number down from his old truck. No matter what I do I will always be a cop. I ran the number and got the address of where I figured he was living with the girl. After shift I would go home and drive my civilian vehicle past the cabin. But each time I pasted I never saw his truck. And when I didn't see it I had an aching feeling deep in my chest. Can you understand that feeling guys? Have you ever had such a deep feeling for someone that when you think you have lost them, your insides hurt? Well, I had to admit it, but I had those kind of feelings for him. I couldn't keep my mind on work. Every old truck I passed on patrol I looked at. When I went to bed at night I thought of him. When I got up I checked my phone to see if maybe he called. It was early in the next week that I received a phone call from my credit card company. A lot of charges were posted on my account and the company wondered if I had made them. The amount so far charged was over 8,000 dollars. I was shocked and figured I was the victim of identity thief. I told the company I was a cop and they closed the account out and told me not to worry about the charges. I figured my troubles were over till the next day I received a call from my bank. My checking account was over drawn by 500 dollars. I knew this couldn't be because I had over 3,000 in the account. It seems three checks were written by me and cashed yesterday. Right away inside I knew it was Jake. There was no other explanation. I felt betrayed and hurt instantly. After freezing my checking account I hung up and walked fast to my desk. Opening my box of checks I saw a whole pack of blank checks were missing. My heart sunk. How could he do this to me were my first thoughts. I sat with my head in my hands. And Yes guys, tears flowed for the son of a bitch! Right away I turned my anger to myself. How could I be so fucking stupid! I punched the wall and kicked a lamp off a table. I hated myself as much as I hated him. I plotted his death in my head. I went to work that night and acted like nothing had happened. I gathered as much evidence as I could about where the checks were cashed as well as where he used my charge card. All were done three states from here. It was obvious he was running again, with the help of my money. I spent days doing all I could to track him down. But, nothing helped. All it did was help me come to terms with all that had happened. Slowly as days and then weeks went by, did I realize he was really gone. As much as I hated him, I also desired him. I would think of him and my cock would get hard. Jake had changed me. Weather I liked it or not, there was no going back for me. Months pasted slowly. My fellow brothers accused me of being moody and distant in those first few weeks. But like time does, I returned to my old self. Again, I found myself checking out the bad guys I took in or pulled over. Being a cop I'm limited how I can meet guys. Every guy I had in custody I liked, I patted down extra good and checked deep in their front pockets. Any drunken guys I pull over, well lets just say, "If there drunk enough, I take advantage of it." And I blame Jake for all of it. He implanted the feelings I now have for bad guys and cons. Opening my mail box after about four months had passed I received a letter with no return address. Now I know that's not unusual, but the writing on this envelope looked like a kid had wrote it. Mindless opening it I was shocked to find a letter from Jake. Just reading the first few words brought back all the strong feelings of longing I had for him. I guess somewhere inside me I hoped as I started to read it that maybe he was coming back. But quickly I realized he wasn't. He went on to say that he never told me he had a girl and small kid. He used the money he stole from me to be with them. They all now lived in Canada and he knew I wouldn't tell anyone. He was sorry things turned out the way they did and that he really cared for me. He admitted that at first it was just getting revenge on an arresting officer who treated him bad. But, as time went on he started to have feelings for me. Adding, "If he didn't have a kid that maybe he and I could have been more." He bragged that, "He was the first one to fuck me and that I could never forget that!" Closing he added, "He wanted to come back someday and get a piece of that ass again!" "And he knew I would give it up to him!" I had to smile because I could just hear him say that. He never signed it, but he didn't have to. I knew it was him. So that's my story guy's. Was it a nightmare? Well, you decide. I will say this; a nightmare is something that scares the shit out of you. Wakes you up with your heart beating fast and will make you rethink the whole dream, over and over. Nightmares help you face your fears. I think I faced mine.