Coming To Terms With Being A Gay Cop
Please bear with me, I am trying to get this off my chest and I need to write it out.
I am a 57 year old divorced father of three. I have worked all my career in law enforcement and I find myself in a world that I know about but have never really known about it. I am talking about the world of men with men.
After my divorce I went out and bought a used Harley. The bike shop told me about a couple of clubs and I joined one of cops. My first get together was at an ice house out of town, a nice bike ride along a winding country lane. There were a half dozen men there. All appeared to be seasoned Harley riders. The conversations were among them, they had shared so many rides together and it was hard for me to break in. Like me there was a guy who was divorced, about 45 and he was a bit of jerk, the rest were married.
I didn't go back, I didn't fit in. I rode my bike alone and not that often. One Sunday afternoon several months later in early October I went for a ride, same country lane and ended up at the same ice house. I ordered a beer and sat outside. A man came over and asked if he could join me and we found ourselves talking. He owned a tow truck outfit, had an older Harley but he was there in his pickup. We shared several beers and I didn't feel like I should ride back, he suggested that we leave the bike there and he would give me a lift.
We went to his place, which was behind his shop. He put some music on, offered me another beer and we sat down. He offered to put on some videos which he said would get me into a better mood, thinking about my divorce was killing me. The videos he put on were gay videos, mostly young gay guys. I admit I was curious, as a cop I had seen many things but to be honest I had never watched a video of a guy fucking another guy, not all the way through.
It was the kissing that got me hard, watching two men kissing. When he put on a video of two redneck truck driver types who met at a beer joint making out in a semi I couldn't contain myself, I got so hard it hurt, I had not gotten hard since my wife left (really many months before she left). Watching that beast of a man lean over and suck that other man's cock, watching that heavy set truck driver fuck the beast in the ass. I watched it all and my new friend noticed every bit of it. He didn't talk, he went and got a beer and when he came back to the couch he leaned over and kissed me on the mouth.
I jumped, and he held me down, he was strong, a lot stronger than I thought. He told me not to get too quirky on him, lots of cops liked cock why shouldn't I. He went on that he had never figured out how anyone could like those metrosexual queers from New York City, he had always liked a hairy man with a beer gut and a hot cock and he figured that is what I liked too.
He brought out a couple of condoms and a tube of anal lube, in case we needed it and suggested that we suck cock for a while, get to know each other, He was always ready for a good fuck, and when I was ready all I had to do was ask. When I looked at him the told me he was the top, not me.
His cock was large, thick and long and hard. He told me that his cock had fucked more drunks than he cared to remember, he liked drunks, fat men who got drunk. He liked fucking big men and I fit the bill for him. I wasn't going home that night, he wanted me to know that. He was going to fuck me, it was only a matter of when. As a cop I had dealt with many aggressive men, but this was different, he was standing in front of me in his wife beater, with his cock in my face and I was supposed to suck him.
I suppose that you never know what you are going to do given the circumstances, leaving was not what I was going to do, I took his cock in my hand and I put his cock in my mouth and as his cock got harder in my hand waves of what felt like electrical shock ran through me, I held his cock hard in my hand and I sucked it the way I thought a man should suck a cock. I got instructions from him, how to do it, he needed to train me. When he pushed my head away I didn't let go of his cock, I couldn't, holding his cock in my hand was magic, just looking at his hard cock in my hand had me about to wet myself.
It was time, he had me get my pants off, in my socks and shirt I was to get on the couch on my knees, he took a condom and had me put it on his cock, but not before sucking him down first so it would role onto a wet cock. I got on my knees, leaning forward over the back of the couch and I felt his fingers wipe this stuff on my ass, he fingered me, it felt good in a way that getting fingered by a doc could never do. He got his cock up into my rectum, shoved it in really, it went in and in and in. He fucked me, in and out, slapping my naked backside from time to time, calling me a sissy cop, a cock sucking cop. He came and pulled out and it was over.
I turned around and he had me take his condom off and he wanted me to swallow his cum. I gagged, I couldn't do it and spat it out on the coffee table. He warned me that spitting was not an option, lick it up and suck it down. he grabbed my cock hard in his hand and in a few seconds had me so hard I couldn't stand it, he jerked me off in a minute with my cum mixing with his on the coffee table.
I spent the night there that night, he took me to get my bike around noon the next day. For the longest time after that I went to see him, usually in the afternoons because he was busiest at night. To suck his cock, to take his cock, and to kiss and have him pinch on my nipples. Being a cop didn't make things easy, who ever tells their buddies that he is sucking cock. Sure there was this one or that one cop who everyone knew was gay, but not me I wasn't gay.
My affair with him has lasted three years, I get impatient and don't like him fucking other men, fat drunks. He fucks me without a condom, he tells me that he fucked so and so without a condom, but I know he carries condoms with him. It doesn't matter, I'm not the top and he fucks me any way he wants. We ride Harleys some times, some times we go offshore fishing, sometimes we just go drinking to the ice house. From time to time I see the cop Harley club, I say hello and they say hello but I am with him, not with them.
Maybe I denied myself all my life, the truth is I never felt the urge to suck a cock, not before meeting him. But I'm a natural, holding his hard cock in my hand is like holding lightning in your hand, his hot cock in my mouth is enough to make me get on my knees, feeling his finger lube me up just makes his cock that much more inviting. He knows how to piss me off, telling me he is going to go out and find some fat drunk to fuck.
I'm a gay cop, I am going to retire when I get my thirty years in.
