Date: Wed, 19 Nov 2008 20:01:34 -0800
From: Oregon Bear <oregonbear9@gmail.com>
Subject: Cop Shop Reunion

This story contains graphic descriptions of gay adult male to male sex.  If
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			     Cop Shop Reunionx

	Roger and I took a second cup of coffee, as the rest of the guys
from the conference left the restaurant for the big basketball game.  It
was going to be a great game, they all agreed, two tough teams in the NBA,
with lots of action guaranteed.  We'd all gone out to dinner, after the
day's session, but Roger and I lingered over coffee, more interested in
catching up with each other than taking in the game along with everyone
else.  Most of our fellow cops had bets on the game, and their pre-game
chatter soon left us in peace.
	It was our second day of the annual police conference, and Roger
and I always enjoyed rekindling our friendship here.  We had met at the
police academy, as roommates.  Both rookies from small town departments, we
immediately had a common bond, and helped each other get through the rigors
of the four month academy.
	That was four years ago, and we had both returned to our small
towns, to be the rookies in our respective police departments, and had kept
in touch with e-mails and the occasional phone call, often asking each
other for advice in our police work and the world of small town law
enforcement politics.
	Roger had gotten divorced a couple of years ago, and my girlfriend
left me before the academy was over, and so we had helped each other deal
with the breakup of those relationships.  I'd done some serious soul
searching after she had left me, and had begun to realize I really
preferred men.  It wasn't a fact I shared with anyone in my town, what with
being a cop and a gay man in Hicksville, where the fundamentalist churches
in town controlled all of the businesses, and held sway at the city council
meetings.
	Still, I'd come to the big city once in a while to check out the
gay bars, and I'd had an occasional one night stand.  But, that scene was
just too sleazy for me, and there was always the chance of getting busted
by one of my fellow men in blue and having word of my love life getting
back to my chief, or, worse, the old coots at the local coffee shop.
	As we sipped our coffee, Roger told me about a number of bad dating
experiences, and said he was about ready to throw in the towel on the whole
dating scene.  Being the only cop in his town working the night shift
didn't offer him too many dating opportunities, as the only times he met
women were during bar checks when he chatted with the cocktail waitresses
or the smokey voiced bartenders and when he interviewed the victims of the
countless domestic assaults he got called out to.
	My cock twitched a bit as I looked at Roger, as he was telling a
funny story about a mental case who ran against the mayor in the last
election.  He had grown a moustache since our last visit, one that drooped
down to his jaw, a Fu Manchu, and it looked good on him.  He worked out a
lot, and his broad shoulders and chest filled out his polo shirt,
stretching the fabric tight in all the right places, with tufts of his
black chest hair sticking out from the open top button.  I'd spent the day
waiting for our breaks, to check out his muscular ass in his jeans, and his
tight thighs, flexing against the cloth of his Wrangler boot cut jeans.
	We'd always arranged to be roommates when we came to the
convention, and always ended up talking late into the night about our work,
our lives, and our hopes for the future.
	Our second cup now drained, Roger mentioned that he had an unopened
bottle of Scotch back at the room, and perhaps it would be a good time to
sample that.  I readily agreed, and we soon were filling our glasses with
ice and Roger's booze, lying back on our beds, not having anywhere to go
until the first session the next morning.
	"How's your love life, Wayne?" Roger asked.  "You've been kinda
mysterious about romance in Hicksville."
	"Real slow, Roger, I replied. "You know what it's like trying to
find a decent date in a small town, especially when you're a cop on the
night shift.  You can't date anyone you arrest, or interview, and, well,
you wouldn't want to sleep with anyone you met in our line of work, unless
it's a professional sex surrogate."
	Roger chuckled, the sex surrogate joke our familiar way of laughing
off and not going deeper into what was a sore subject for both of us over
the years.
	"You know, Wayne, I've noticed you've changed these last few years,
when it comes to dating.  There's something you haven't told me, and, well,
we've known each other really well these last four years, and I think it's
time you came clean with me," Roger said, as he refilled my glass with
another shot of Scotch.
	"Lord, I've always thought you should be a detective, Roger," I
replied.  "You can always read me like a book.  I know I can trust you,
but, geeze, this is hard to say, and I don't want to lose our friendship."
	Roger picked up his glass and came over to my bed, sitting down
next to me, and wrapped his arm around my shoulders.
	"I think I already know, Wayne, but I think it's healthy for you to
put words to it, and say it out loud," Roger said.  "What goes on at a
cop's conference stays at a cops' conference, you know."
	I choked up a bit, but told Wayne I had come to realize I was gay,
and that I'd been faking the macho dating game for far too long.  Now that
I was honest with myself, I could finally be happy.
	"Well, Wayne, I'd proud of you for telling me," Roger said, giving
me a hug.  "It's really no surprise to me, and I think I've always known.
It's not a big deal to me, you know.  I like you for who really are inside,
anyway."
	His strong arms felt comforting to me, and I started to weep on his
hard, massive shoulder, as Roger drew me deeper into his deep, strong
chest, and wrapped both of his meaty, gym-shaped arms around me.
	"You know, Wayne, I've been doing some soul-searching myself,"
Roger said.  "I think I still like women, but, I'm pretty curious about
men, too.  And, I think I'd like to see what being with a man might be
like.  I've sure been fantasizing a lot about that lately."
	We talked a bit about fantasies and our lust, and how little we
learned from our dads about sex and love and lust.  We'd both grown up in
the typical working class home, where puberty was an experience best
celebrated by giving it the silent treatment with our parents, and explored
in our teenage beds with a wad of tissue, and a smuggled Playboy, with a
smattering of locker room humor and innuendo.
	Roger poured us each another shot of Scotch and refreshed the ice,
and cleared his throat, looking down at the floor.
	"I don't quite know how to put this, Wayne, but, well, I'd like you
to teach me some things tonight, and, well, geeze, I don't quite know how
to put this," he stammered, his cheeks turning red.
	"Roger, I think you're telling me you want to fool around with me,
and do some real police investigation with me tonight," I replied, reaching
over to run my finger down his cheek, feeling the roughness of his evening
stubble on his jaw.
	"I'm a pretty good teacher, you know.  So, let's get started," I
said.
	I took Roger's hand and led it to my shirt buttons, and he began to
slowly unbutton my shirt.
	"Take it slow, Roger, and use your fingers to feel every inch of my
skin, as you work your way down.  I want you to strip me naked, slowly, and
explore every inch of me," I said.
	In a few minutes, my shirt was tossed over a chair, and Roger was
methodically undoing my belt, and peeling my jeans off, visiting every inch
of my hairy chest and belly, and lightly running a finger over my boxers.
My cock had grown substantially in the last few minutes, developing a real
hunger for Roger's attention, and I took his hand on a guided tour of my
area of greatest need.
	Soon, Roger stripped off my boxers, and leered at my now hard cock
pointing at his mouth, and my full balls.  I pulled him on top of me,
pulling his face close to mine, and kissed his moustached lips, feeling his
whiskers rub against my moustache and goatee.  I could feel his hard cock
through his jeans, rubbing against my cock and belly, his chest beginning
to sweat from the heat of his lust, his excitement in being with a man for
the first time.
	"Now, it's my turn, partner," I whispered, rubbing my fingers
through Roger's thick, now wet moustache, down along his stubbled jaw and
the thicker, darker stubble of his chin.
	I slowly unbuttoned the rest of his polo shirt buttons, running my
finger into the coarse curls of his dark chest hair, and then rubbing my
fingers across his chest, into the damp cloth of his armpits, feeling the
heat rise from him, his heat from the last shot of Scotch, and the heat of
his new, experimental hunger for more of my male attention to his horny
flesh.
	Pulling up his shirt, I ran one finger up the thick trail of hair
from his jeans to his belly button, following it up to his chest, as I
pulled the shirt higher, now exposing the start of the fur of his muscled
pecs, his large, fat nipples, and, soon, the thick forest of wet armpit
hair.  His hot, manly musty aroma, now no longer masked by his shirt,
drifted upward, overloading my nostrils with his need for my touch, for his
release.
	I pulled his shirt from him, half way to my goal of stripping him
naked, baring him for my imminent attack on his cock.
	"Just relax, and enjoy this, Roger," I whispered, rubbing my finger
around the outside of his nipple, feeling it tighten, feeling its tip
harden, stroking the thick fur around its rim, and hearing Roger sigh with
pleasure, as I gently tugged on the now achingly hard tip, taking the
nipple into my eager, wet mouth, and sucking him.  I soon gave equal
attention to his other nip, rubbing my furry face from tit to tip, across
the damp expanse of his furry, hard chest, as Roger closed his eyes,
concentrating on my attentions to his hungry, needy body.
	In a few minutes, I had unbuckled Roger's belt, and slowly unzipped
him, feeling the hardness of his cock through the opening in his pants,
through the thin and now wet fabric of his boxers, the heat rising from his
imprisoned balls.  I slowly stripped him of his jeans, until his strong,
hairy thighs and calves were the subject of my fingers' close attention,
his hard cock throbbing with the beat of his heart, against the tent of his
shorts, until I had freed his manhood from its shroud, giving me access to
his most desperate, needy organ.
	I reached over to the drawer, pulling out two condoms, and
straddled my new lover's furry belly, facing his moustached face, my stiff
cock pointing at him.
	"Time to put on my raincoat," I chuckled, handing Roger the rubber.
He blushed, and began to laugh, as he unrolled the latex down my leaking
cock, hard with excitement and my own need, until the folds were deep into
my curls above my needy, full balls.
       I moved down his tense, steamy belly, and over his stiff cock, until
I was kneeling over his thighs, having a tremendous, close, intimate view
of his manly, virile cock, belly and chest, all waiting for our next move.
I ran one hand down his firm belly and cupped his balls and hard cock,
feeling the thickness of his damp pelt of hair above his cockroot, and the
long, damp hairs of his ball sack.
       Slowly, I unrolled the other condom over his throbbing, fat shaft,
stretching the rubber over his wide uncut cockhead, its piss slit leaking
pre-cum, now lubricating the inside of the rubber, soon to be lubricated by
my hungry mouth and hole.
       I circled Roger's cock with my lips, rubbing my goatee against his
balls, smelling his lust, his intimate smells of his ball sack, feeling the
hard texture of his nuts, as I took each one of them into my mouth, rolling
them with my tongue, feeling the ball hair against my beard, my cheeks, as
I wetted his cock with my mouth.  I took him, all of him, into my mouth,
pumping him to his full length with my mouth, my moustache again and again
entangling with curls of his bush and his balls, as I corkscrewed my way up
and down him.
	I could feel Roger's balls begin to rise and the cum begin to grow
in his balls, so I moved my hand up to his cockhead, and squeezed the
underside of his shaft, just below the cockhead, until I could feel his
need subside.
	"Patience, partner," I whispered, "It's not time yet, and there's
more to cum for you."
	Roger had one arm draped over his eyes, his head tilted back,
totally immersed in the joys of the moment.  He looked down at me, his
lover low down by his cock, the vision of two naked men making love, and
grinned.
	"Oh, you're doing just fine, partner," he gasped.  "I'm struggling
to keep up with all of your teachings." Opening a foil packet of lube, I
squeezed out a big dollop, and slowly spread it on my needy hole, and his
willing cock, wetting us both the next step in our evening's adventure of
mutual discovery.  With my finger, I rubbed Roger, and pushed some of the
fluid inside of him, his first time of taking a man.
	I gripped Roger's still hard cock with one hand, and gently jacked
him, and then moved up higher, until both of my thighs straddled his waist,
until my hole was just a few inches from the tip of his steely shaft, his
still virgin cock.
	Slowly, I moved down, until the head of his cock was touching my
hole, Roger now ready to take his first man, to bury his cock balls deep,
to fully make love to a man.  I moved slightly down, feeling the tightness
of his cock against me, then relaxing, yielding, as I moved slightly
further, beginning to take my lover, to take his virginity, to unite us at
last.
	In a minute, Roger had moved fully inside of me, his balls rubbing
against my butt cheeks, on the down stroke of every thrust, his coarse bush
of pubes pushing against my balls.  I felt his thick cockhead run the
length of my prostrate with every stroke, my own cock now straining for
release.
	I looked down at Roger's writhing, rhythmic body, his chest now
sweaty with his lust and the beat of the upward thrust of his hips, as he
moved the full length of his cock into me, building to his climax, his face
filled with his grin below him moustache, his mouth gasping, tense with
need.
	Roger reached out and grasped my throbbing cock with both of his
strong hands, and began to jack me with full motion, his voice now crying
out softly with need at the top of every stroke, each time shortening his
strokes, and the thrusts of his hips, as he came to the top of his
mountain, until his balls erupted, shooting spasm after spasm of his seed
out of his balls and through his aching cock.
	As Roger came, his strokes on my cock finally sent me to my
release, as I, too, emptied my balls, sending strong waves of jism through
my cock, filling the rubber with my seed.
	Spent, we laid side by side, our arms draped across each other's
sweaty chests, as we regained our breath, as our balls relaxed, now draped
against our thighs, the last of our cum oiling the now filled shafts of the
condoms, until they slid off, leaving our cocks oozing our seed, soaking
the hairs of our cockroots.
	We collapsed, fully spent, and lay side by side, my furry chest
tight against Roger's bare, muscular back, my arm draped around his strong
shoulders, my hand against his still sweaty, carpeted chest, as we regained
our breath, our cocks still oozing cum. I could feel his strong heart beat
in my hand, and in my chest, as I held my new lover close to me, after his
first orgasm, his first taking of a man as his lover.
	"Wow, you're amazing, Wayne," Roger whispered, grabbing on to my
hand against his chest, his butt tight against my crotch, my now limp cock
and spent balls.  "I could only imagine what this would be like, and it was
so much better than the best of my fantasies."
	We talked for a while about our sex lives, about our needs and
desires, and how natural it felt to be with a man, and to truly pleasure
another man.  Fully spent, we both drifted off to sleep, secure in each
other's arms, our naked bodies together, at last.
	Just before dawn, I awoke, my cock now hard against Roger's bare
butt, the warmth of his body making me sweat just a bit, despite the cool
of the early morning.  I moved my hand over his warm, hairy chest and down
his belly, until his hard morning woody rubbed against the back of my hand,
until my fingers felt the curls of his hair circling his balls and
cockroot.  I rubbed his foreskin, and felt the hard, silky hairless skin of
his shaft, and the dampness of his cockhead, and ran my thumb around the
rim of his cockhead, feeling his size, his manliness, the head that had
filled me last night, Wayne's first taking of another man, his taking of
me, his lover.
	I moved my hand around his hard shaft, and began to jack him,
feeling his breath turn from sleep into the beginnings of awakening, and
the beginnings of his first cumming of the day.  I found the rest of the
lube, and another condom, and quickly sheathed myself, and soaked my
fingers in the lube, wetting his hole, preparing him for yet another sexual
first.
	Roger moaned softly, and shifted his thigh, opening his butt hole
so that I could fully explore the puckered rosebud of his hole, opening his
chute for my stiff cock, so that I could take his virginity, the virginity
of his hole, and bring him once again to the peak of excitement, to feel
him cum, as my cock filled his hole.
	I moved my knee and thigh against Wayne, until one leg was between
his thighs, until his hole was fully open to me, and moved my hard cock
next to his hole, so that the cockhead was tight against his hole, ready to
take him.  My hand kept jacking Wayne's hard cock, his breath now beginning
to tighten again, his body again hot, eager to build towards yet another
orgasm, this first morning of our love making.
	"Are you ready for me, lover?" I asked, my cockhead snug against
his rosebud.
	"Oh, God, yes.  Yes, take me.  I want you so badly," Wayne gasped,
as I slowly pushed myself into him, waiting for his rosebud to accept my
invasion, and then, his chute, as I slowly pumped in and out of him, until
my cock was buried balls deep inside of my cop lover, my partner, my thick
bush rubbing against his strong butt cheeks, my balls rubbing against his
furry nut sack each time I hit bottom.
	We began our ancient dance, my hand jacking now matching the rhythm
of my hips, and my cock danced and plunged into and out of Wayne, the
condom stretching over my hard shaft, and the mixture of our juices, our
sweat, and the lube easing the pistoning of my cock in and out of my lover.
	We rode this slippery, wet ride for quite a while, as I felt his
prostate grow and respond to my thrusts, and my presence inside of him,
feeling his hard cock begin to reach its peak, ready to empty his balls,
ready to shoot his cum onto his hairy, sweaty, heaving chest at last.
	My other hand moved down from Wayne's sweaty shoulder and pinched
and pulled on his stiff nipple, setting Wayne's cock off, shooting jets of
his cum into the moist air of the bed, now thick with the smells of our
sweaty chest and pits, the sweat of our balls, until his belly and chest
were soaked in his cum and his sweat.
	I had stopped pumping my cock into him, enjoying the thrashings and
writhing of my lover, as he came, as his cock exploded, his seed exploding
out, arching up and then splattering against his hot belly, his fireworks
finally subsiding, his balls now empty once again.
	As Roger regained his breath, I began to slowly pump into him
again, feeling the now drained softness of his prostate, as I resumed my
climb to my cumming.  I cupped his balls, and felt the dampness of his ball
sweat and the final dripping of his cum in my fingers, as I rubbed his cum
into the fur of his balls, the stickiness and wetness of his juices now
lubricating my fingers as I once again held his nuts in my warm fingers.
The smell of his new cum and his lusty sweat filled the room, his odors
mixing with mine, as I began to once again shoot my cum, to drain my balls,
as I pushed one final time deep into Wayne's ass, the feel of his warm,
sweaty ass cheeks against my furry balls finally triggering my own cumming,
releasing me to explode into the center of my hot lover.
	Again, we slowly regained our breath, and feel asleep, once again,
in each other's arms, exhausted from another session of passion, and slept
until dawn came, the sunlight beginning to fill the room, as we dreamily
awakened, two naked lovers, two spent cocks, and four drained balls.
	We spent the rest of that early morning, and the long night,
exploring each other, Roger eager to learn, as we took our friendship to
new heights, until around midnight, we could cum no more, our cocks unable
to be roused to yet another orgasm, our balls completely drained.
	When our cocks weren't in each other's mouths, or buried in each
other's asses, we talked about who we really were and whether we wanted a
relationship with each other, and how we should live.  We made plans, we
talked about our careers, and we talked about commitment.
	And, we decided we needed to live with each other, to take the step
to be fully with each other, as only then could our relationship truly be a
relationship, rather than a one night stand, to be more than fuck buddies.
	As we parted the next day, we both had a number of irons in the
fire, and we had made some decisions on how we could kick this friendship
up another notch or two, to be partners in every sense of the word.

Copyright 2008. Oregon Bear