Note: Usual disclaimers apply. Don't read this if you are underage, object to gay sex or gays in general. This is a work of fiction, but I sure wouldn't mind dating a cop!
Officer Ken -- Part Five
Evening in an amusement park is my favorite part of a visit, with the smells of funnel cakes, screams from the rides, and all the pretty lights. It just seems like a suspension of reality.
Ken and I finally ended up cuddling next to another couple near the mock Eiffel Tower, awaiting the inevitable fireworks to end a splendid day of fun and excitement. I couldn't think of anything more romantic at the moment that to be snuggled into Kens strong arms, leaning against his chest while he held me close and made me giggle with his neck nuzzling. His deep voiced chuckle made all seem right with the world.
Suddenly, the familiar pop-pop sounds caused the crowd to shift their eyes skyward, and make the traditional "ooh" and "ahh" sounds that just seem to be so international when it comes to watching the colorful explosions of light against a star filled sky.
The fireworks didn't last too long, so after they were over, the public address system indicated that the event was over, and thanked the visitors for another exciting day at the park, and wished us all good night. It was particularly appropriate that they would play a Donna Summer standard -- "Last Dance" as we worked our way towards the park exit, hand in hand, my head leaning on Ken's shoulder, treasuring this day.
We got back to the truck, and Ken took my hand, and kissed it. "Paul, this has been one of the most wonderful days of my life -- thank you for sharing it with me!"
"Ken, I feel the same way -- my heart is singing...but I want to talk about this ring you put on my finger. We hardly know each other -- you want to explain this?"
Ken explained to me that he noticed that I had a bookshelf full of teddy bears that I've collected over time. "I needed to express my feelings to you somehow, for what you did earlier in the week. So I went on a hunt, and found the ring on Ebay. I didn't spend a lot of money, so if you think it's tacky, you don't have to wear it."
"Ken, it's lovely, and so very sweet -- like you. I adore it, but when you said `Be Mine -- that is what I wanted to discuss. What did you mean? We hardly know each other!" Paul stroked Ken's arm and squeezed his hand, hoping to express physically what he was struggling to say.
Ken smiled a wicked grin, and said, "I have something to tell you, and I hope it's not a deal breaker." Paul's imagination immediately ran wild with horrible guesses at would could be so awful.
"Paul, you a college football fan, right? " I nodded my head. "Well, I did go to college, but I bet you just figured I went to University of Maryland. I didn't go to Maryland."
"Well, where did you go, " I replied. I was certainly puzzled at the turn of the conversation. "Well, you aren't gonna like this, but I got my Criminal Justice degree down south. I guess that explains one reason I find you attractive, since you still retain that southern accent."
"Okay, so do I have to guess, or are you going to tell me?" I replied.
Ken smirked, and then said, "Well, how about I just say this -- "ROLL TIDE!"
Oh. My. God. He knew I went to school at Tennessee, and that for fans of my school, the most heated and hated rival was Alabama.
"Ken, please tell me you are kidding me."
"Nope. I actually went to school on a football scholarship. I wasn't a starter, but I am a former player for the Crimson Tide. I know this probably doesn't make you very happy, but there it is -- I wanted to get away from Maryland for a while when it was time for college, and Alabama gave me a chance to get away. I didn't figure out I was gay until I was in college, though. You know how much they like gays down south, so I was able to keep it to myself until I got out of there. Still doing a good job keeping it quiet, until the last six months."
I didn't really know what to say. I really was having some mixed feelings about this, as one of the important things in my life has been cheering for Tennessee, and I never even dreamed that I would meet a hot man from "the enemy." I knew of couples back home that were mixed that way - Alabama wives and Auburn husbands, for example, who wouldn't talk to each other the week of the big game. Growing up down south, college football is almost like a religion. What would my family say if I brought home a Bama graduate?
"Ken, let me digest that for a while, and we'll talk about it later, ok?" Ken was visibly upset, and pulled me closer to him. "Paul, you are making me so happy, I'll never bring it up again if you don't want me to, okay?" He took my hand and kissed it, and snuggled me beside him on the truck bench seat the rest of the way home.
Ken escorted me up to my apartment, and again he took me in his arms and melted me with his powerful hold and kisses. Slowly, I could feel his big cock starting to rise in his shorts, and our kissing became more passionate. We moved towards my bedroom, where we would be more comfortable.
Slowly, Ken gently moved me towards the bed, and began undressing me. First my shoes, then my tee shirt landed on the floor. He caressed my smooth skin with his muscular hands, kissing and gliding his tongue across my nipples, making them instantly hard as he held my arms above my head. He has a wicked look in his eyes, as he was stronger than I was, but knew that I was going to surrender to his attentions. He quickly pulled off his tight tee shirt, and I marveled with lust and wonder at his powerfully built pectorals, swirled with a thick, dense forest of black fur. He allowed me to put my arms around his powerful back as he pulled me too him aggressively -- this man knew what he wanted!
Slowly, Ken leaned me back across my bed, and undressed me with his eyes and hands, and after dispatching my shorts and boxers to the floor; he stood in front of me and seductively dropped his own pants. There was nothing left to hide physically, and what a handsome stud. I was almost in pain - my cock was erect and leaking precum from admiring his physique! I would have estimated his cock was about 7- 8 inches long, and really thick and cut. To me, length is not as important as girth. The amount of hair on his chest only increased as my eyes traveled south, while he stood there in all his erect glory.
With a genuinely sexy smile, he launched onto the bed, like a wild man. He held me with his powerful arms, his biceps flexing as he started licking me from my neck, across my chest, sucking and chewing my nipples until they were hard and pointed, all the way down to my crotch. He gave me a wicked wink, and slid his mouth over my dick, and took it all the way down into his throat, and made a hungry sound like a growl as he began pumping my cock with his mouth, while he reached up and pulled my nipples, driving me wild. He worked my dick until I couldn't hold back any more, and I shot three hard shots into his mouth while he sucked it down his throat.
With a low sexual growl, he again ascended towards my face, a strong sexy look in his eye with a bit of mischief dancing on his face.
He tenderly grabbed my head, and kissed me, and I could faintly taste my seed on his lips. He pulled me close to his chest, so I could nurse his nipple lustily, like a hungry pup. He reached around and began to play with my ass, running his fingers back and forth across my crack to get a good sample of my man scent that he could savor as I worked his chest. I managed to roll him over onto his back (well, he let me.) I started rubbing my goatee along his chest, and moved south to his towering male pillar. I nuzzled his cock with my face, and moved to lick at his good-sized nuts, about the size of lemons.
I could feel his massive meat drooling cock juice while he moaned in ecstasy, urging me on. I continued my sexual assault with my tongue, digging deeper in his crotch towards his hairy hole, sliding my tongue lightly into the edge of his musky ass.
Suddenly, he sat up and grabbed me, giving me a huge kiss, holding me so close that I could barely breathe. "Okay, that's all for now, you can play later, I need to take care of this" as he waved his big dick in the air. This time, he said, "get on all fours, baby -- you need what I got for you!"
I bared my hole to him, and he wasted no time in diving into my ass, spreading my cheeks with his powerful hands. His tongue deliberately dove deeper and deeper, with copious amounts of his saliva being applied to my ass for his pleasure. Ken then reached for the little play packet I have assembled for sexual pleasure, and grabbed both a condom and the bottle of lube. As he applied lube to his cock, rolled the condom on and toyed with my wet eager hole, he said "you know, there is something I remember about playing Tennessee that might make you hot. There was a crowd cheer whenever we were beating a team, and I bet you know it..." I knew exactly which one he meant, being as our schools are old rivals. "Rammer Jammer?" I said with a raised eyebrow and a smirk?
He nodded with a very saucy wink and smirk.
"Yeah baby..." He slid his big cop dick slowly into my waiting ass, gently yet firmly as deep as it would go, almost taking my breath away. "Hey Paul...hey paul..." He pulled almost all the way out then rammed his cock back into my ass deeper, "I'm gonna fuck the HELL outta you -- rammer jammer yellow hammer give em hell Alabama!" He started fucking me harder, repeating this chant while he plunged faster, pulling on my nipples while he indeed was fucking the hell out of my willing ass while I moaned in heat. Finally, he stopped, and let out a low, growling moan that increased in volume as he shot his load up my ass, and I joined him in shooting a second load all over my own chest.
After we finished shooting, we looked deeply into each other's eyes, and knew we had started something very special. He pulled out and after dispatching the condom; he crawled up next to me and licked my chest clean, kissing me sweetly after he was done.
It had been such a wonderful day, and I was so delighted to have the man of my dreams in my bed, ready to escort me to dreamland. He wrapped me in his massive arms and snuggled me into his embrace, with his bearded face near my ear, so he could whisper into my ear all the things every man wants to hear as he drifts off into the safety of sleep.
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