Ok, So maybe I over reacted. Looking back your probable right. But at the time, man I was pissed! I was so mad I forgot to close my pants as I stormed off. Falling flat on my ass after about ten steps, he knew better then to laugh at me. If it wasn't for him walking up to me as I stood and calming me down, most likely it would have been the last time I had anything to do with him. He put his arm around my neck and walked with me, saying over and over how sorry he was. When he first tried to that I jerked away and drew my dukes. I was ready to fight him right there. To me my honor was at stake here. He knew to back off. He cooled me down with the right words. As I voiced my anger he listened and admitted he was wrong. As I found, he knew exactly what to say and played me like a fiddle. We were soon both walking together with his big arm around my neck. As we both approached my front door he managed to get me to laugh at some stupid joke he told. Standing in the darkness of my front porch, he rubbed my chest with one arm and the arm around my neck dropped to rub my back. Leaning in close to me he asked, "We good now baby?" I said we were and asked if he wanted to come inside and have some of the chicken he had brought. I could hear the surprise in his voice when he answered, "You sure?" Answering yes to him he appeared really happy. "Now don't be pissed I'm going to say this," he said softly. " But I'm going to bring the beer up also. You could use one cause your breath smells like my load." He smacked my butt as he turned fast and started towards his truck. Before getting too far he turned back and yelled, "But I like it man, just another way I'm making my territory!" I had to shake my head and smile as I fished in my pants pocket for my keys. As I unlocked the door, I thought twice about allowing him in. To me letting him in my house was a big deal. Don't ask me why, just something I swore I would never do. And now here I was doing exactly what I said I wouldn't. The more I was with him the more I started to trust him. And that flew in the face of all my training with criminals. Especially a con on the run from guys like myself. I took an oath to obey and carry out the law. What the fuck was I doing now I thought. But as he ran back up to my door with that big dopey smile and walk, I was a goner again. With beer and chicken bucket in hand he rushed through the doorway like he owned the place. We sat at my kitchen table and drank beer and ate chicken. The beer loosened both of us up and the conversation between us flowed easy. We talked about everything two guys usually do. We talked about sports first, then big trucks. Next thing you knew we were bragging about women we had been with. He reached in his back pocket and pulled out his wallet. Opening it up he showed me a picture of the women he was living with now. They were hugging each other in the picture. I had to admit she was a real good-looking girl, which surprised me somewhat. Somehow I thought she would be desperate looking taking in a con on the run. As he talked about how good she was in bed, I felt a ping of jealousy. Why the fuck was that, I wondered to myself? I'm a red blooded all American guy and I'm jealous of the girl Jake's sleeping with. Man was I fucked up in the head! I finally turned the talk to his criminal record that got him in jail. I had read his profile long ago and knew exactly what he was put away for. Yeah, I did a back ground check on him. I approached it easy and let him say what he wanted to. But I needed to hear his side of the story. I wanted to hear his side of the story! If I was going to continue to have sex with this guy, I needed to know where his head was now. He stared by explaining his childhood to me. Our childhoods sounded a lot alike. He didn't have a dad like me, and his mom worked all the time. Its weird how two men can be raised somewhat the same and both turn out so totally different. I choose the harder road, he choose the easy one. He went on to explain how he got mixed up with the wrong crowd in school and ended up in juvenile hall. After turning eighteen his mother didn't want anything to do with him and he was on his own. Drugs were an easy way for him to get by he told me. Swore on his life that he didn't use. "Does weed count," he asked with concern? When he was about twenty-eight he got caught with a large amount of coke. Was sent away for fifteen years for dealing. Swore to me that prison had changed his life and that he wanted a new start. Breaking out of jail wasn't something he planned on, he added. But Brad had a plan and it worked much to his surprise. They had only been on the run a few hours when I came across them. I was impressed that all he told me was what I had read about him. I felt more at ease with him knowing he wasn't playing me. When the talk ran out and there was a long silence between us he noticed what time it was. We had been sitting there for over two hours. He jumped up and said he really needed to get going. My eyes followed his hand as he adjusted his crotch and said, "My girl will be really worried I'm out so late!" He asked if he could take a piss before he left and I showed his where the bathroom was. I stood in the doorway and watched him when he announced, "There's need for you to leave." I watched as he aimed a strong stream in the bowl and listened to sound it made. As he shook the last drop off I looked at him and he was smiling at me. As he put his cock away he said, "Its good to feel comfortable around another guy isn't it?" I had to agree that it was. I had not watched another guy take a piss like this since I was a young man. As we both walked to the front door he suddenly stopped me in my tracks. "We need to go fishing together this weekend," he announced! "What you say, you up for it, you free" he asked? I thought quick as he continued to talk. "We could use some male bonding time together, get to know each other better. What you say man? Just you and me buddy, two guys on the banks together? I was planning on going by myself Saturday, but this would be better. Come on bud, what you say?" He sounded like a kid wanting us to spend time together. I was flattered he wanted me to come with him. "Saturday, sure, what the fuck," I answered! Sounds like it could be fun I added as he punched my shoulder. "Lots of alone time for us to, you think about that yet," he asked? I didn't have to answer him as I just smiled big. Backing me against the wall near the door he leaned close to my ear and whispered, "If I had time, would you let me fuck you right now?" He started kissing my neck as I went limp inside. "Think you already know the answer to that," I whispered to him. Leaning back he nodded his head yes. Reaching his hand down to my crotch he rubbed my cock and balls. "Till Saturday then," he said. He seemed really excited and had a spring in his step as we walked to his truck together. As he closed his truck door and started the engine he said he would be by around 8 am to pick me up. As he put the old truck in reverse and eased down my driveway he yelled, "Were going to have a great time fucker!" Well sure enough at 8 am Saturday he was in my driveway blowing the horn over and over on his old truck. I opened my front door and waved him in. He got out of his truck and made his way to the door. He was shirtless in old cut off tight blue jeans shorts. I could see the outline of his cock head through the material. Wearing a ball cap and old construction boots, he looked masculine as hell. Without a shirt on, the thickness of his chest hair was impressive in the bright light. Just seeing how sexy he looked made my cock take notice. Under my breath I spoke, "Easy boy." As I held the screen door open for him to enter I noticed he hadn't shaved since the Thursday night we spent together. "Hot dam, you ready for this," he shouted! I showed him my fishing pole and tackle box in the corner along with a big cooler I told him was stuffed with beer. "Then we is ready," he announced as he hugged me tight. I could feel the sharpness of his beard as his cheek brushed mine. He felt very warm and sweaty already from the morning heat of the hot day ahead. "Dam, you smell good," he said as he pulled back from me. " Loose the tee shirt man, its too hot for that today," he said. Pulling the shirt up and off he whistled loud. "Dam baby, you look good half naked!" Sitting his cap higher on his head he said, " You know I'm going to take some ass off you today!" "Figured as much," I answered him! "God fucking dam, Lets get going then." He grabbed my gear as I hauled the cooler out. Jumping in his truck we were off on an adventure together. I felt like a teenager again with him. With the windows down and the air flowing over my naked chest I felt good. It didn't hurt to look over and see a hunk of a man like him with me. You know my eyes settled on the large wad his cock and balls made in his tight shorts. Looking up to see his short hair blowing in the wind, I saw him looking at me also. Already an unspoken language was developing between us. Riding for a spell he announced that we needed some bait as we turned off at the local bait shop. Getting out of the truck I felt awkward walking in the store without my shirt on. Walking around without my shirt was new for me. As we entered a loud "Howdy Jake" from the shop owner greeted him. It was obvious he had been here a lot of times before. As I walked around and explored the goods on the shelf I noticed the owners wife staring at Jake. I could tell she was taking him all in. Just by the way she walked over and started talking to him, I knew she had a crush on him. I watched as her hand found its way to his arm as she talked. They both laughed at something as her hand run up and down his hairy arm. I don't know if Jake noticed how hot she was for him, but I did. Somehow I had a good feeling inside knowing I was with such a good-looking man. Sometimes your eyes need opening. This woman opened my eyes and made me realize how proud I was that Jake and I were having sex together. As he paid for the bait, Jake yelled for me. Walking to the register I stood beside him, as the women looked us both over. All too quickly I heard her say, "Hey you're that cop that killed that escaped con aren't you? Yeah you were all over the TV for a while." I looked over at Jake to see his reaction. Much to my surprise he ran with it. His arm went around my shoulder and he bragged on me loudly. "This guy here is a Hero! He rubbed my head as he retold the story of how I saved a lot of lives." I know my mouth hung open as he spoke. Brought back to reality when he said, "Aint that right Buddy." I nodded my head yes not really sure what I was answering to. With that said the shop owner told us the bait was on him and how honored he was to have me stop at his store. " Anything you want officer is free for you," he said! Jake spoke for me and said all we needed was the bait as he grabbed the bait and my arm and walked us out. Getting the truck Jake said, "Dam your handy to have around! We drove for about 30 minutes before we turned off the main road onto the dirt and gravel road that ran along the river. Large trees that hung over the road and you could feel the difference in temperature. We both bounced from the large potholes in the road as we made our way. He stopped once and asked me to move closer to him. "No ones going to see us up here," he said. I watched as he opened the front of his shorts and patted the bench seat. "Come on baby." Feeling awkward I scooted closer to him. He wasn't wearing any underwear and I could see the thickness of his crotch hair. "Reach in and keep him company why don't you," he asked as we started to move again. His arm went around my shoulders as my hand went into the front of his shorts. His crotch was already damp and I could feel his cock begin to swell in my hand. I cupped his ball sack and felt the size of each nut. His balls were the first man's I had ever explored besides mine. Right away I noticed his were larger and thicker. I felt his hand drop down my back and felt pressure as I looked at him. "Show me what kind of hero you really are," he said as he spread his legs wider in the seat. "The road gets smoother up ahead. Good time for you both to get reacquainted!" "I like head as much as I like to fuck, so you need more practice." Surrendering to the pressure he applied to my back I lowered myself to his crotch. As my mouth went around his shaft, his hand gripped the back of my neck. My mouth tasted stale piss and I spit out a crotch hair, but somehow I knew this is where I belonged.
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