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After college, I worked as an armed security officer. For the most part it was long hours, such spaces of boredom, although it paid the bills. Sure I had some action, but most of the time, my work consisted of defusing situations. Called every name in the book I got used to that, plus dealing with difficult/entitled members of the general public. Looking back it was a good experience, as while I went into a different field. Yet this did pay bills considerably well, and overtime could be counted upon. My college classes and materials were helped too, along with my diet of cheap pastas and canned goods. These kept my 6'3 frame and 215 pounds, along with weight lifting and running, in top shape. It's not the gun, baton, or spray that gets the attention, but rather how you physically appear along with your mental tenacity.
My high and tight blonde hair, and the LAPD uniform, with my company logo on it were sharp. Often the boss had me pictured in our catalogs, and on the website as well. One of my favorite shots was pun intended, with the Glock in my hand pointed at an imaginary bad guy. Laughing now it's a powerful image, even though I switched fields in a dramatic fashion. Yet this year I worked assignments at communities with problems, movie theaters, and convenience stores that were sick of trouble makers. One would think these establishments are "buy and go," yet that's far from the case actually. Lots of what I'll nicely call "less than exemplary people," would loiter and always try to start drama or even fights.
There were occasional gunshots, and sure I had to draw down on several perps. I arrested them and brought them before a magistrate. Soon word got out that I wasn't just "eye candy," but meant business. One night a sheriff deputy was chasing a fleeing criminal, so I close lined this fool, and this was known as a "moment." Even the most troublesome individual, basically gave me respect after this incident. That police department tried to hire me even, but looking back I'm so glad that I didn't take that career path. This isn't to say I'm anti police, but rather better someone else handle the garbage. As I took business classes, at various shifts I would handle the miscreants. Lots of high school students worked at these stores. They looked up to us armed guys, and I really got to know Bryan quite well.
He was a 18 year old senior, and in my mid 20s, I wasn't much older than him chronologically. Mentality and life experience yes. Carmen the manager used to joke with Bryan that "you'd so let Terry have you." In my head I did, as he was attractive to me. 5'7 or so with geeky glasses, and a nice ass in those slacks that I could see myself in. Sure I thought he might be gay too, and Carmen seemed to be leading that. Yet I couldn't afford to lose my job, as it paid really good money. For putting on LAPD gear, I was making triple what the store employees were. My boss reminded others and myself, never to "let this cat out of the bag." When asked how much we were compensated, I'd shrug and say "it's decent." The hours on one's feet, plus some of the incidents dealt with, we earned our paychecks. Yet when assigned to Bryan's store, it was less busy than the others, and we had good conversations about all kinds of subjects.
He drove a blue Chevy Beretta from who knows what year. It wasn't anything fancy, but I talked it up of course. One night we got off at the same time, and I got him to take me for a ride. Nothing happened, although I bullshitted him about it's performance and ride quality. Darn right I looked at his crotch, and could see he was packing something I wanted to get to. After riding with him for awhile, I asked if he'd like to go off roading in my Jeep in a few days. There was a lot of abandoned fields in the area, and as he said "yes" I smiled. There was definitely tension between us. He gave me a look that just suggested he was game, and I pondered it for hours. That night I wrapped my hands around my eight inches, blowing a huge lost thinking of him naked. Oh how I wanted to see him wearing nothing.
More days of dealing with community undesirables. Bryan always wanted to talk with me, and Carmen laughed "he follows you like a puppy dog." I thought it was because he was an impressionable high school student, and plus I was so busy dealing with people intent on causing drama. Yet one day I finally got my opportunity. He was getting off work, and I accidentally showed up on a non contract day. Bryan agreed to my offer to go off roading. Back on country roads I stepped on the Jeep engine, and also took it off road on a trail that was a lot of fun. Bryan was enjoying it. I was too as I eyed his crotch. It just came out of my mouth. "Can I feel you up Bryan?" He got all beet red as did I. Yet he soon grinned, taking his slacks down to his ankles, and what I saw in those tighty whities turned me on.
Massaging the bulge he was smiling more. Soon my pants were down to my boots, and our underwear was off. He had such a nice penis. It wasn't huge, maybe 6 inches or so, but caressing him and being felt up was amazing. Soon we were both buck naked in the truck, and I couldn't help it. I took his cock in my hands, sucking on his very much upstanding member. His sweet and musky manhood were so quenching, and he made so many noises. I think he wanted to fight me off initially, but once my lips and tongue made the seal, he was all mine to have my way. He touched my legs and shaft as I went all the way down on him. It was so good to be in control. I told him to get in the back. He complied without questioning, and spitting along with licking his hole he had to know what was going to happen.
No resistance at all as I tongued his hole, and then put my finger in. Moments later I was inside him, as he bent over as my bitch. Oh wow his ass was so tight. I pumped him and soon the sensation was too much, and I remember blanking out, and cumming in his ass. Jerking him off, both blood and sperm seeped out of his hole, as I had broken his virginity. This was our first time together, and it was a bit awkward, yet I was correct in this was just the beginning of our fucking that would be very regular. Carmen definitely knew we were, and how I look back and smile, thinking of this and so many good memories with this geeky guy. Fucking him was always epic, each and every time.