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on that note, on to the story!
NIGHT UNDER THE STARS
Back in the mid 90s, when I was a "Married Man", my wife's grandmother passed away, and my wife was very upset about this. I told her to go back home with her mom, and go to the funeral. She left the following morning, and I stayed behind to "tend the home fires", basically, keep going to work and keeping the house clean until she came home, in about 5 days time. Now, I dont know about a lot of you, but I have this little problem (even today), that I cant sleep alone in a bed. If I'm used to someone being there, there is no talking me out of it.. No sleep for me! On the second night she was gone, I drove out into the desert area around Las Vegas, where we lived. I had decided that I might as well go out, watch the stars and smoke cigarettes until I was drowsy enough to go home and fall asleep. About one in the morning, lights flashed in my rear view mirror, and then the flashing lights came on. I got out the required paperwork, license, registration and insurance in the great state of Nevada, and had them ready for the Officer. As I waited for him, I thought to myself "What in the hell is this about?" He walked up next to the car, shining his flashlight in, to blind me from seeing his face. He asked for the paperwork, which I handed to him, and flashed him a smile at the same time. "Is there a problem, officer?" I asked. He asked me what I was doing out there in the desert at one in the morning. I explained my situation about not being able to sleep alone, and decided that if I was that bold, then I could light a cigarette. I did so, and heard him say "Can I get one of those?". "Sure", I replied, and handed him my pack and lighter. As he lit the cigarette, I could hear him take in a nice deep drag on it. I chanced a look at his basket while he was doing that, and saw a very nicely packed crotch. I looked up at him, while he was standing by the car, and asked if I could stand up, because i was getting a crick in my neck from looking up at him. His answering chuckle sent chills down my spine. It was warm, and even sexy and low. "Sure you can" he answered. I opened the car door, and stepped out. We stood there for a while, talking long after the cigarettes were done. Our talking had moved from one topic to another, when he reached out, and into my shirt pocket. He pulled the cigarettes out, and lit two of them, placed one between my lips and said "You wanted one, didnt you?". I stood there, a bit shocked, and then realized he was putting the pack and lighter back into my shirt pocket, and was taking a very long time getting them in there right. He was feeling up my nipple, actually, and all I could do was stand there, with a nice grin on my face as my left nipple came proudly to attention beneath his fingers. He pulled his hand out of my shirt pocket, and as he lowered it, I felt him brush the front of my crotch with his hand. I got bolder at that point, and acted like I lost my balance. (something you would only do, if you wanted to touch a hot cop and not let him know). I felt him up, as I stumbled against him. What I felt in his pants was not normal. He was hard, and he was HUNG! He grabbed me by the shoulder, and asked if I was ok. I told him yes, and that I had just lost my footing. Again, that maddening, low, sexy chuckle came out. He asked me if I had found anything to lean against. What could I say or do? I reached out, and grabbed his crotch, and said "I think I found something here to help". He put his hand over mine, and slowly worked my hand up and down the 10 inch length of his cock. I trembled, knowing I could be in serious trouble for even touching a state trooper in this manner. He laughed this time, and took our cigarettes, and crushed both of them out under his boot. Pulling me to him, he kissed me, and said "Why dont you head home? I have the address, and will be there shortly". I stood against him for a few minutes, knowing that what I was doing was cheating on my wife, and loving every minute of it! I told him "Okay, how soon can you be there?" He answered with "My shift is ending in a few minutes, I should be there within the half hour." Knowing how far it was to the house, I started the car, and as I pulled out, I heard him say "Be careful, now, I dont want to have to stop you for speeding." I laughed, and put my foot to the floor. I got into the house, made sure everything was in good condition for company, and took a quick shower, not knowing what was going to happen, if anything. I had gotten out of the shower, and was wearing a pair of loose shorts, and a wife beater style tank top, when the doorbell rang. I opened the door, and there he stood. He was still in his uniform, complete with Nightstick and handcuffs. He walked in, and pushed me against the wall, and while closing the door with one hand, planted a kiss on me that took my breath away. I was trembling from the force of the kiss, when he told me "Go into the bedroom, NOW!" Not being one to disobey an officer of the law, I did as I was told, and went into the bedroom. He followed me in, and told me to get on with taking his clothes off him. I did as I was told again, and stripped him nude, removing his pants with my teeth. I was still fully clothed, and he reached down, and pulled my tank top off me. Pulling me up off the floor, he took my left nipple in his hand, and started working it. I moaned in pleasure, and he grabbed my cock and balls with his hand. He squeezed my balls, not hard, but still enough to send shivers up my spine. Then I felt him pull my shorts down, and place his cock between my legs. As we stood there dry humping, kissing, and feeling each others bodies, he pulled away from the kiss, and told me to get his cuffs for him. I reached down, pulled the cuffs from his belt, and handed them to him. Then he made me lay down on the bed, face down, and cuffed me to the headboard. He lifted my midsection up, and put a pillow under me, preparing me for what was to come. Then he pulled out some lube, and proceeded to lube and open my hole. I didnt know what was going to happen, I just knew it felt very good! I felt something hard, but cold, at the entrance to my hole. It started sliding inside of me, and I realized that he was using his night stick to fuck me. I couldnt help it. My hips raised up on their own, and my legs spread wider, to get more inside. Again came that sexy chuckle. "You have a very hungry hole" he said. I couldnt reply, with my face in the pillow, but moaned very loudly. He fed more into my hole, and then I felt him pulling it out. I moaned, not wanting that full feeling to leave, and he pulled it all the way out anyway. Then, I felt it again, but this time it was a different feeling. I could feel ridges on it, and knew it was the handgrip portion of the nightstick that was going inside. The ridges were catching at my asslips, and pulling on them as he slowly fed it into me. He left the nightstick there, and stood over me. Amused by his work, he chuckled again, and said "I can see your heart beat in my nightstick". He pulled out the nightstick, and uncuffed one hand. He asked me to turn over, and I could see his cock sticking out from his body. He ran the head over my lips, coating them with his precum. I licked my lips, tasting his flavor. He told me to spread my legs, and get myself ready for him. I did what he said, never questioning his authority over me. He hooked my legs over his arms, and I felt his cock head coming in contact with my hole. He stared into my eyes, and I stared right back into his, as he entered me with his full length, never stopping til he was all the way in. I moaned as I felt him bottom out, and felt his heavy balls come to rest on my cheeks. He fucked me like that for a while, and then grew tired of his "Master/Sub" game. He uncuffed me, and let me put my hands around his back, and kissed me. I could feel him rocking in me, as we kissed, and then it happened. He hit my love nut. I saw stars, and moaned deep into his mouth. He did it again , and again, knowing what he was doing. I cried that I was about to cum, and he just rubbed his cock against my prostate even harder. I shot my load, and it reached up to my chin. While I was still shooting, he leaned down, and licked the cum off my chin. He started to long stroke me then, and I was still in my orgasmic state, when I heard him cry out hoarsly that he was going to cum. I locked my legs around him, and felt him shooting his hot cream inside of me. I felt him continue to shudder, and felt every pulse of his orgasm deep inside of me. We fell asleep at that point, it being about 4 in the morning by now, and me having to get up to go to work by 8 am. When the alarm went off, we were spooning, and I could feel his hard cock poking into me. I moved back, and pressed against it, and felt the head go inside of me. I sighed, and picked up the phone. Speaking to the store manager, I told him that I wasnt feeling well, and wouldnt be in to work that day. As I hung up the phone, I felt his arm go around me, and pull me to him. He started fucking me again, on our sides, and then soon had me over onto my stomach. He was using me as his fuck toy this time, and I let him do it. He fucked me over and over and over, many times thru the day, and in all the rooms of my house as well. We were in the kitchen at one point, when he lifted me off the floor, and put me on the counter, and slid inside of me. I held him close, while he fucked me. That night, before he left to go to work, he made love to me. Not just sex this time, but made love to me. He cried, and I wiped the tears from his face, as he entered me. Sweet and soft was the love making that last time. He walked out of my house, and into my heart that night, but I never saw him again. My wife came home a few days later, and asked what I had done to get sleep. I told her "I went to the desert, and looked at the stars." Now my ex-wife/best friend really knows the truth. And tells me she wishes I could have found him again.
Tell me what you think of this one. Its a true story about something that happened in the Mid 90s. Contact me at: Nefersdaddy@aol.com" all emails will be answered! Hope this got you off, like the memories get me off all the time!