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Gay Stories
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Bi-Sexual Male / 40
Busted
In my freshman year of college I would visit a neighborhood park where men would cruise for sex. I came upon an older man sitting on a picnic table. The tables were placed along walking trails and were secluded from each other. He was a handsome man, about 40, wearing a business suit. We exchanged hellos and he took off his jacket and started rubbing his crotch. I just stared as I saw his dick grow under the fabric of his pants.
I was wearing thin nylon running shorts with no underwear and a t-shirt. I slowly walked towards him as I pulled my shorts down exposing my own engorged manhood. He was sitting on the end of the table with his legs hanging over the edge and laid back with his hands behind his head. I knelt down between his legs. The table was at a perfect height for me to give him a blowjob. I unbuckled and unzipped his pants and pulled out his long uncircumcised member and began to lick and suck him as I stroked myself.
I heard something move behind me and felt the presence of someone. It startled me at first but the person didn't say anything. I assumed it was just another cruiser who wanted to watch, which was not unusual. The man who was on the receiving end of my hot mouth didn't seem to notice as he was moaning and getting close to climax. A few minutes later he was shooting a hot load of cum down my throat.
As I was cleaning up the remnants of his sperm with my tongue, I heard movement behind me again. I had all but forgotten about the voyeur behind me.
Suddenly, I heard, "police, don't move." The man I had just blown was up on his feet and running in an instant. I tried to stand up but was grabbed from behind before I could get my shorts up.
The cop had his left arm around my neck as he flashed a badge in front of my face. At least I think it was a badge, I couldn’t be sure. He shoved me towards the table and pushed me down so I was leaning over it. He handcuffed my hands behind my back, telling me I was under arrest. This was back before homosexuality was widely accepted and it definitely wasn’t in the small conservative college town.
I was terrified of being arrested. I would probably be kicked out of school, not to mention the possibility of jail. I begged the cop to let me go and lied saying the other guy had forced me. He didn’t say a word as he started to frisk me, starting at my head and moving down my chest to my stomach and groin. My shorts were still around my knees so there was nothing to search. He grabbed my balls and then my still semi-hard dick.
Then he leaned over and whispered in my ear, “Don’t lie to me queer, I’ve been following you from the parking lot. Nobody forced you to do anything.”
I tried to hold back the tears as I thought my life was over. He let go of me briefly and I heard what sounded like his zipper. I then heard him spit and felt his wet fingers rubbing the crack of my ass. It hurt as he forced a finger inside my virgin hole. He moved it in and out for a few seconds before pushing another finger inside. He removed his fingers and I could feel something thicker and hotter pushing against my ass. He was holding me down with one hand as he guided his dick with the other. It felt massive as it pushed at the forbidden opening. I thought it would never fit inside me.
He moaned as he pushed the head in and then slowly pumped until he was in up to the hilt. The pain was awful at first but subsided as he pumped slowly in and out. It seemed to go on forever and became ever more pleasurable with each passing minute. Soon he was thrusting faster and grunting until he shot his load into my bowels.
As he pulled out of me he said, “stay out of this park or next time you’ll get fucked AND go to jail.” He took off the handcuffs and I just stayed their frozen for a minute or two. When I stood up he was gone.
I continued going to the park at least once a week until I graduated, hoping to be stopped by the anonymous lawman. I began to wonder if he really was a police officer or an imposter. Since that day I’ve fantasized about being taken in a similar fashion by cops. I have hooked up with a few. They never mind using their handcuffs on me but it’s not the same knowing it was just pretend.
I was wearing thin nylon running shorts with no underwear and a t-shirt. I slowly walked towards him as I pulled my shorts down exposing my own engorged manhood. He was sitting on the end of the table with his legs hanging over the edge and laid back with his hands behind his head. I knelt down between his legs. The table was at a perfect height for me to give him a blowjob. I unbuckled and unzipped his pants and pulled out his long uncircumcised member and began to lick and suck him as I stroked myself.
I heard something move behind me and felt the presence of someone. It startled me at first but the person didn't say anything. I assumed it was just another cruiser who wanted to watch, which was not unusual. The man who was on the receiving end of my hot mouth didn't seem to notice as he was moaning and getting close to climax. A few minutes later he was shooting a hot load of cum down my throat.
As I was cleaning up the remnants of his sperm with my tongue, I heard movement behind me again. I had all but forgotten about the voyeur behind me.
Suddenly, I heard, "police, don't move." The man I had just blown was up on his feet and running in an instant. I tried to stand up but was grabbed from behind before I could get my shorts up.
The cop had his left arm around my neck as he flashed a badge in front of my face. At least I think it was a badge, I couldn’t be sure. He shoved me towards the table and pushed me down so I was leaning over it. He handcuffed my hands behind my back, telling me I was under arrest. This was back before homosexuality was widely accepted and it definitely wasn’t in the small conservative college town.
I was terrified of being arrested. I would probably be kicked out of school, not to mention the possibility of jail. I begged the cop to let me go and lied saying the other guy had forced me. He didn’t say a word as he started to frisk me, starting at my head and moving down my chest to my stomach and groin. My shorts were still around my knees so there was nothing to search. He grabbed my balls and then my still semi-hard dick.
Then he leaned over and whispered in my ear, “Don’t lie to me queer, I’ve been following you from the parking lot. Nobody forced you to do anything.”
I tried to hold back the tears as I thought my life was over. He let go of me briefly and I heard what sounded like his zipper. I then heard him spit and felt his wet fingers rubbing the crack of my ass. It hurt as he forced a finger inside my virgin hole. He moved it in and out for a few seconds before pushing another finger inside. He removed his fingers and I could feel something thicker and hotter pushing against my ass. He was holding me down with one hand as he guided his dick with the other. It felt massive as it pushed at the forbidden opening. I thought it would never fit inside me.
He moaned as he pushed the head in and then slowly pumped until he was in up to the hilt. The pain was awful at first but subsided as he pumped slowly in and out. It seemed to go on forever and became ever more pleasurable with each passing minute. Soon he was thrusting faster and grunting until he shot his load into my bowels.
As he pulled out of me he said, “stay out of this park or next time you’ll get fucked AND go to jail.” He took off the handcuffs and I just stayed their frozen for a minute or two. When I stood up he was gone.
I continued going to the park at least once a week until I graduated, hoping to be stopped by the anonymous lawman. I began to wonder if he really was a police officer or an imposter. Since that day I’ve fantasized about being taken in a similar fashion by cops. I have hooked up with a few. They never mind using their handcuffs on me but it’s not the same knowing it was just pretend.
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