The Cop
Wheeling WV. I was in my car headed for West Virginia and got a call. My truck was old, but new enough to have Blue Tooth hands free calling. It did not recognize the number.
"Hello?"
"Is this Jason?"
"Yes, who is this?"
"My name is Owen, my friend Paul, in St. Louis, suggested we get together. Where are you now?"
"I am just passed through Columbus Ohio, and even though I am on hands free calling, I am pulling off I-70 to talk."
"You could be here in about two hours. Want to meet up?"
"Sure, where? I have Google maps, and your address."
"Why don't we meet at my favorite bar, then if either of us want to back out, it won't be embarrassing. You will see a cop in uniform, about 6', 230 pounds, mostly muscle, plus the bullet proof vest, hat off, at the bar, I will be off duty but if some emergency comes up, and I get called in, I will let you know. "
Two hours later I found the restaurant and found a parking space. I went in, there was no doubt which guy at the bar was Owen. He was bigger in person than I had envisioned. No belly, all muscle.
"Owen," I said, pretending I had known him all my life.
"What's your pleasure?" he asked.
"Just a coke for now, I might still have a drive ahead of me."
"Let's go sit at the table over in the corner, less noise, easier to talk, and Greta will bring your Coke and take our orders -- if you are ready to eat, that is."
Compared to Owen, I was a twink, but compared to most guys I was a well built 20 year old jock. Paul had said that Owen liked twinks, so maybe we would be good. He sure turned me on.
We traded brief versions of our life stories, some people in the department knew he was gay, some suspected, some had no idea, he did not broadcast it, but figured his life in the department would be capped at his current rank because of it, and when he hit 20 years, for full retirement, he was going to take it, and join a private security service.
He put his hand on my leg, under the table, I moved it up to my crotch so he could feel my hardon.
"We good?" he asked when we had finished our meal.
"Absolutely," I replied.
"You have my address?"
"Yes."'
"Well, follow me, I have a blue Tesla Y, and if I lose you, use your phone to get to the address. It is a yellow two family, side by side, you can usually find a parking space easily since there is a park across the street."
So, I did. I followed him, no problem, parked, no problem, and then followed him up the stairs to his half house.
"My neighbors know about me, they are a gay couple, so they have no issues with me bringing guys home. Come on in, if you are going to stay the night, you can have a beer or something."
"Why don't we wait a bit, and see if you want me to stay the night, and if you do, then I would have a beer."
He took off his uniform shirt, and the bullet proof vest, and his belt, no gun in the holster, shoes, pants, and I followed. We were down to our briefs, and he took me and give me a big hug, which lasted long enough for both of us to get hard. I felt his great big pecs, lats, shoulders, abs, then to his cock and balls, and ass. He had the most solid muscular ass I had ever felt.
"You like my ass?" he asked.
"Yes, it is incredible."
"You want to fuck it?"
"Yes. A lot."
"Well, that is what I like, as my priest buddy in St. Louis probably told you. We have been friends for a long time since he was assigned to a parish here, but, both prefer to bottom, and both prefer to be topped by guys like you."
And we got to it. "Do me doggie," he said, "that is how I like it best."
So, we did. He had the most solid big ass I had ever fucked. No fat, no jiggles, just solid muscle. And once I was in, the most remarkable milking of my cock by his ass that I had ever experienced. Without any in and out movement on the part of either of us, he worked my cock with his interior muscles, it was incredibly good, the only thing I can compare it to is a guy who could deep throat my cock and swallow on it, but much more pressure.
I did a reach around, he had a semi, but not a complete erection which he had had when we were hugging. "Don't be concerned about it," he said, "I usually lose my hardon while I am being fucked, but I will get hard again when it is time for me to cum."
We fucked for quite a while, he then said, "Fuck me hard, now, fuck me, fuck me," and he was working his cock, and shot a big load over his bed. "Finish how you want to," he said.
"I want to cum on your cock," I said, and, pulled out of his ass, he turned over, I pulled off the condom and came all over his cock and balls and chest and abs. He scooped it up and licked his fingers.
We laid back and relaxed and we traded stories for about an hour. "Well, do you want to stay?" he asked.
"Sure, but I want to hit the road by 7."
"That is great, that is when I leave in the morning to report for duty by 7:30."
"You can sleep with me, or in the guest room."
"I will try it with you, it is a big bed, but you are a big guy."
We slept together, naked, but no sex, we were both pretty tired. We got up at 6 am, cleaned up, had some Lucky Charms, coffee, and OJ, and hit the road going our separate ways. We promised to meet in Philadelphia during the school year and did a big hug, bullet proof vest and all, before we left.