Man, I felt good! Better then I had felt in a long time. I watched Jake disappear behind the grove of trees at the end of my property. Total darkness was almost here. I turned and walked back up my driveway towards the house. I clinched my butt hole as I felt moisture and slickness as I moved. I shook my head as the idea of me, a guy who always does the right thing, was now caring another guys load deep in my guts. I was surprised I wasn't freaking out at that idea. Before all this had happened with the kidnapping, I would have been a wild man with rage at the thought of all this. Now, well now I'm still half hard as I think of all the baby makers Jake deposited in me. How if I was a chick, I' m sure by now I would be caring his kid. Dam, why did that thought just make my dick jump? I reach down and groped my cock that is still tenting the front of my jockey shorts. I slowly rub the head as I walk back wanting bad to get my own nut soon. Man, the though just hit me, if the guys I work with could see me here like this now. That was what I had noticed was different about me. I wasn't concerned about being a breeding ground for another man's sperm. No, I was more worried what they would say if they knew I had just gotten fucked and that I was still walking around with a hard on for the dude! As I approached the garage the outdoor floodlights lit. There was no hiding that I was walking around in my underwear if I lived close to another house. But out here I had my privacy. I opened the garage door and entered again. I needed to get my house keys out of my pants. Approaching my cloths that were in a small pile I noticed a wet spot on the sleeping bag. It was obvious it was leakage. Using my sock covered foot I stepped on the area to dry it. The amount of moisture that soaked into the bottom of my sock was great. Without thought I spoke out loud to myself, "Dam makes a guy wonder how much he did dump in me if this is just overflow!" After using my other socked foot to get the rest of the wetness off the fabric, I picked up the sleeping bag and returned it to its place in the ceiling rafters. Small wet spots were left on the concert floor from where I had walked. Bunching up my cloths, I headed for the house. I needed a shower and date with my hand. I slept well that night. When I awoke I was sporting a hard on like every morning. Walking into the bathroom I looked at myself in the mirror. I checked my haircut and rubbed my hand through the sharp bristles. I always liked the feel the sharp short hairs had. I tired to will my hard on down so I could take a morning piss. But my cock still had Jake on its mind. Just thinking his name made my cock pulse. Just like when you were a teenager and the thought of sex made your cock hurt. That's the effect Jake was starting to have on me. I knew it and I knew it was only going to get worse if I didn't nip this in the bud fast. Looking at myself in the mirror I admitted to my reflection that I was falling for him. I wasn't comfortable with that idea. I could rationalize having sex with a guy once in a while now, but more then that, no! Suddenly the thoughts of me having kids and a wife rushed to the front of my mind. I wasn't cut out for this guy sex shit. No, I needed to get back on track. Still not being able to take a piss, I walked out of the bathroom with a new mental attitude. But the head between my legs was still thinking of Jake. It was two days later at the end of my shift that I noticed a strange truck parked in my driveway. It was one o'clock in the morning and I noticed it as I drove down the road in front of my house. I quickly loosened the top button on my gun holstered as I pulled in behind the vehicle in my patrol car. If a police car didn't scare this actor, nothing would. My hand on my gun I was ready for whatever came next. I watched as the driver door opened on the old high sitting rust bucket of a truck. With my headlights on high beam I instantly recognized that the guy getting out was Jake. He walked towards my cruiser with his hands half held up and a big shit-eating grin on his face. I killed the patrol cars engine and refastened my gun. Getting out myself, I met him as he approached my car door. "You could get yourself shot doing dumb shit like this at this time of night," I barked at him! He quickly fired back at me, "I know, I seen you in action before!" Just the cocky way he said that to me made me half smile. He always seemed to know how to ease my pissed off attitude. "What the fuck you doing out here at this time of night," I asked him next? He staggered towards me and got close. He rubbed the upper front of my uniform and spoke low, "Thought maybe you might be in the mood for some tonight. I waited two days to give you time. My nuts are full and I want you tonight. How about it baby, going to give it up to me," he cooed? Man I wanted to so bad. My cock instantly started to puff up. But I took a deep breath and stepped back from him. "Jake, we need to talk," I answered. " Sure baby," came from him as he stepped close to me again. This time his one hand went to the front of my uniform pants. He instantly found my cock and traced its outline. "You sure you want to talk now, how about we talk after we fuck."
His sexy actions only made it harder for me. "Please stop," I asked him as he continued to rub my cock. For once he listened to me and pulled his hand away from my crotch. "OK, this sounds serious," he said. Nodding my head in the darkness I spoke. "Jake, I don't think I can go through with all this. I don' t think this is what I want." He listened to me make all kinds of excuses before he said anything. As I have learned with him, he knows to let me vent my thoughts and then we do, as he wants. He started slowly defending our actions. I listened to all he had to say and agreed on some. But the thing that was like a kick in the balls was when he said, "I really care about you and I'm willing to wait for you." DAM, that blew me right out of the water! This beefy, solid man's man wanted me as his! I was at a total loss for words. I think he knew it to because he rubbed both my shoulders and asked if I was all right? I didn't need to answer because before I could he started talking again. "I know what you need and if you will give me a chance I will prove myself to you. You willing to give me a chance to do that," he asked? Shyly I smiled and answered I would. He hugged me tight and then let off with a real loud whistle. He jumped back and pointed at me, "I'll show you what kind of man I am!" Just that quickly he asked if I could back my car up and let him get out of here. He patted me on the back as we parted. I walked to my car feeling so good inside. But at the same time I was wondering what he had in mind. As I started the patrol car again, the headlights lit him. I watched as he opened his truck door. Just before he jumped up inside it he gripped his crotch and pointed at me again. Even through the closed car window I could hear him yell, "He'll be inside you soon, don't worry!" Under my breath I had to say, "Cocky son of a bitch!" Thursday night on my way home I was again greeted by Jake's old truck parked in my driveway. As I pulled in I shook my head in disgust and now realized he was going to be a problem. Thinking fast for the words I needed to end this here and now, I got out of my cruiser. I left my headlights on to be sure I could see if anything might happen. I heard the loud click of his truck door open. I watched as a guy jumped out that I wasn't sure was Jake. I stopped walking towards him as I waited. As the bright headlights lit this guy I suddenly realized THIS was Jake! My god, he looked so different. He had gotten his hair buzzed short again. He was wearing new tight blue jeans, new yellow construction boots and a crisp white dress shirt. He looked like he had just showered and the night wind shifted and I could smell OLD SPICE after-shave strong on him. He walked slowly towards me with a big white smile. I was amazed that he cleaned up so well! Just as he pasted the end of his pickup truck, he stopped and backed up. "Almost forgot," he yelled. I watched as he reached into the bed of the truck and pulled out a six-pack of beer and some fucking flowers. I know my mouth was at my kneecaps as he stepped to me and announced in a heavy country draw, "I come to court you!" "I got a bucket of chicken in the back also baby!"
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