Date: Sun, 17 Jul 2011 12:39:24 -0400
From: Bradley Carson <bradleyjcarson@gmail.com>
Subject: Officer Jack Albertson - Chapter 1

This story is a work of fiction, based solely on the author's own personal
fantasies, and no real names or real situations are used.  The character of
Brad Carson's physical appearance is totally based on myself, although some
other aspects of the character's life are fiction.  If you are under 18
years old, or if it is otherwise illegal where you are to read about
masturbation and consensual gay sex between adult males, then do not read
this story.  Permission is NOT given to repost or share this story anywhere
else by any means.  The author welcomes positive comments and feedback from
other adult gay males.  Send emails to bradleyjcarson@gmail.com and I will
look forward to hearing from you and responding. I especially want to hear
from you if the story causes you to have a good orgasm...or several!  Also,
if you happen to be a gay man who physically resembles the character of
Jack Albertson as he is described in this story and you have pics of
yourself that you would like to share with me, I'd really love to see them!



Brad Carson was lying alone on his king-sized bed in the nude.  Brad was a
very average 33-year-old man.  He had short dark brown hair, worn buzzed on
the sides, and cut short and finger-combed back with gel on top.  He was
clean-shaven.  He was six feet, one inch tall and weighed 230 pounds, with
a tall, stocky build and a chubby tummy.  Brad wore fashionable
black-rimmed glasses and had pale blue eyes.  His chest was covered in dark
brown hair.  His cock, very hard at the present moment, was about five and
a half inches long and extremely thick, probably five inches around the
base.  It was cut, but with some foreskin left under the head, so that lube
was really not necessary when he jacked it.  His balls were on the small
side, and a dusting of dark hair was all around them and his cock.  The
rest of his body was only lightly hairy.  All in all, Brad was the type of
gay guy that was not exactly a nerd, but not exactly a bear or chub either.
He supposed he was just more of a guy-next-door type than anything.

Brad lay there jacking off slowly, leisurely, and thinking about Officer
Jack Albertson, a straight police officer who was often the subject of such
fantasies.  It was a hot, summer midday, and he was on the farm alone, as
his retired parents, Allen and Betsy, who also lived there were gone out of
town for the week.  Brad had moved back home to help with the place and to
help his folks in general, as they were getting older now.  The ceiling fan
circulated a nice breeze across him, as the sun slanted through the window,
and all in all he was very content to be naked and enjoying jacking off,
which was one of his favorite spare time activities, after all.

Brad thought of how Jack Albertson was not at all the stereotypical police
officer type, which was precisely why he was so completely horny when he
fantasized about him.  Jack had a sweet unassuming personality, a big warm
smile that lit up his round, clean-shaven and somewhat baby-face, and a
great sense of humor.  Jack was 35, divorced, and had no children.  Brad,
on the other hand, was gay, out, and was for the most part happily single.
Physically, Jack was close to being Brad's ideal man.

Jack stood six feet, two inches tall, had jet-black hair worn short and
gelled back.  He had big, warm, deep blue eyes.  If not for staying
somewhat solid because of his job, Jack would have been a chubby guy.  As
it was, his 240 pounds were comprised of muscular arms, and a big barrel
chest covered with a nice light dusting of black fur (as Brad had delighted
in seeing when Jack once rode a charity dunking tank at the county fair
wearing only swim trunks!) Jack had a chubby but still solid tummy and long
legs with massive strong-looking thighs that filled out his blue uniform
pants so nicely.  And there was always an unmistakable bulge in the front
of those dress blues, as well.  Oh, and cannot forget that ass.  Can you
say major bubble butt?  Well, that's sure what you saw filling up the back
of those blue pants when Jack was around.

"Yes, Jack, fuck me harder!" Brad cried out as the waves of his fantasy
rolled through him from head to toe.  Not the most original line he could
have cried out, but it was truly what he was thinking in his head at that
moment...both heads, that is.  Brad was versatile, but knew that he would
definitely want the first time he got with a guy like Jack (if he was ever
that lucky!) to involve getting a good, long, thorough and complete ass
fucking, and so that was how it was in this fantasy jack-off session.  Too
bad, he thought, that Jack was both straight, and only barely aware that
Brad existed.  In their small area, most people knew the police officers,
and Brad basically only knew Jack from around town just enough to speak to
him casually in passing.

A ray of sunlight from outside was now reaching Brad's bare legs and it
felt good.  He stopped jacking off, thinking of how nice it would be to be
doing this outside in that sunshine.  Being naked outside was a major turn
on for Brad.  As he had the twenty-acre farm to himself, he thought, "Why
not!"

He quickly jerked on only some old jogging shorts, slipped into some
flip-flops, grabbed a beach towel and headed outside.  He walked up the
slope in back of the house, and spread the towel in a clearing under some
tall pines.  Looking around to make certain he was alone and in a spot that
could not be seen clearly from the road, which was down the hill, Brad lay
down the towel.  He kicked off the flip-flops, pulled the shorts down and
off, and then stretched out on the towel bare-assed naked.  The warm grass
felt good to his feet, his head rested on the towel-covered soft ground, a
breeze blew across his hairy chest and hardened his nipples until they
looked like little pencil erasers.  Most of all being out in nature totally
nude caused his cock to throb to its full thick engorged hardness as he lay
back, closed his eyes, and started to slowly stroke it once again.

Meanwhile, at that exact moment on that same hot July day, Officer Jack
Albertson was also home alone.  In Jack's case, home was his small house in
a fairly nice neighborhood in the little county seat town that was located
some 15 miles from where Brad was on his folks' farm.  Jack had lived there
alone for the last year since his wife of several years had left him for
another man.  He liked being single for the most part.

Jack had not had sex with anyone since his marriage ended, though he had a
very high sex drive and loved to jack off and did so nearly every day if he
had time.  Most people assumed the reason they never saw the handsome
officer out with a new woman was a broken heart.  In reality, after his
wife left, Jack had slowly realized that when he got horny now, it was no
longer women he was thinking of at all, but men.  He did not know when
exactly this had happened, as certainly he had never had these feelings
before in years past.  He had loved his wife, and had loved fucking her,
before their marriage went sour.  But, it was what it was, and at 35,
though he had told no one nor acted on it, Officer Jack Albertson knew that
he was gay.

It was no passing phase, of that Jack was sure.  Nor had he ever cheated on
his wife "on the downlow" as many supposedly straight men in that area
often did.  That was just it, it wasn't until sometime over these past
twelve months that he had come to realize he had these new feelings, and
identify them as what they were.  Though many would find it hard to
believe, his wife had been Jack's only lover.  They had dated in high
school and college, and married right after, and another way in which Jack
was different from the stereotypical cop was that he had never cheated on
his wife.  But now that she was gone, it was as if that part of his life,
the desire to make love to women, was gone too, as if it had never even
been there.  Not only did he know now that he was gay, he also knew what
his "type" of guy was already, as well.

Jack was very attracted to the average types of guys you saw out on farms
in that region, or out mowing their lawns in the neighborhoods of that
small town with their shirts off in the summer.  He basically liked guys
with his build, only not as solid as he was.  Something really turned him
on about a stocky guy-next-door type with a hairy chest and a gut.  He was
thinking about this as he sat on his couch that day, wearing only some old
shorts he had pulled on when first getting out of bed, as he always slept
naked.

Jack was on vacation that week and was just planning on taking it easy at
home and in the area.  On this first day of his time off he had slept late,
then just basically been lazy all morning.  Now that the early afternoon
had arrived he was thinking of going for a swim in the above ground pool in
his fenced in back yard. But now, his musings about other men had caused a
bulge to turn into a tent in the jogging shorts he was wearing.

"Oh, what the hell," Jack thought.  He dropped the shorts to the floor,
opened the sliding glass doors, and stepped into his back yard totally
nude.  After all, the yard was small but fenced in with a high privacy
fence and no one could see in.  Why wear a swimsuit when he was home alone?
And especially why when he was this horny?  He crossed the few yards toward
the pool, with the sun feeling great on his big broad hairy chest.  It felt
even better on his thick, hard cock.

At six and a half inches long and about five and a half around, Jack did
feel that he had a pretty nice dick.  He had a nice big set of low-hanger
balls down there too.  That whole area and his long legs had the same light
dusting of black hair that his chest had.  He climbed the ladder and swung
over into his pool.  Standing up, the water came to his chest.  He just
leaned back against a wall of the pool, braced himself on the upper edge of
it with one arm, and with the other he began furiously jacking off.  He had
realized that he just needed to cum badly, and so this was going to be a
quick jack session.  He let out a deep, low moan as several jets of his cum
were soon shooting into the pool water.  He imagined he was unloading with
one of the kinds of guys he liked as he shot.

Meanwhile, Brad had shot his cum all over his chest and stomach while lying
outside on the ground on his beach towel.  He lay there relaxing and
enjoying the afterglow of his orgasm for a bit, then got up, wiped the cum
off with the towel, put his shorts and flip-flops back on, and headed
toward the house.  After a bit of post-cumming time spent lounging in the
pool, Jack, too, was heading back towards his own home.  Jack went in the
house, took a shower, and then dressed in jeans and a t-shirt, with a ball
cap.  He remembered that he had intended to drive out and see Allen Carson
about running the soundboard for the upcoming Policeman's Benefit, at which
a local band would be performing. Allen was now retired from a local
factory, but in his younger years he had often moonlighted as a soundman
for various local acts, and was top notch at it.

Jack soon got into his big red Chevy pickup truck and headed out on the
15-mile drive towards the Carson farm.  Meanwhile, Brad had decided to sit
on the front porch awhile.  He was still wearing only his jogging shorts,
and had kicked off the flip-flops as he laid back on a chaise lounge and
relaxed.  After a while, Brad heard a vehicle coming out the road and then
turning into the Carsons' long gravel driveway which led up the hill
towards their house.  Brad sat up on the lounge as the red Chevy pulled up
at the end of the house.  His cock, in spite of blowing a good load so
recently, twitched in his shorts when he saw who was getting out of the
pickup.

"Hi there, Brad," said Jack, "Your dad around?"

Jack was pleased, and a little surprised that the hot officer remembered
his name, as they had only met casually a few times.  They had went to
different schools, so they had never known each other in their youth,
either, in spite of being close in age.

"No, actually Officer Albertson, he's not," Jack replied.  "He and mom are
gone out of town all week, they'll be back on Saturday evening."

"Please, Brad, call me Jack.  And that's fine, there'll still be another
week after they get back before the Policeman's Benefit.  Do you think your
dad would run sound for the band at it?"

"I'm sure he'd be glad to," Brad replied, "Of course you'll need to check
with him Saturday."

During this polite exchange, Jack had been thinking how hot Brad Carson
was.  Just his type, Jack was thinking.  "And damn, it doesn't look like he
has anything on but those shorts," he thought as Brad walked across the
porch and his plainly visible package moved beneath the material of the
jogging shorts.  Jack casually adjusted the growing bulge in the front of
his jeans.  Brad noticed this but didn't think too much about it, as it was
just one of those things guys do.

"Looks like you got the right idea bud of how to enjoy this sunshine.  I
spent some time in my pool earlier and it sure was nice to be out in the
sun," Jack said.

Brad was definitely getting horny again, between seeing Jack adjust
himself, seeing how good he looked in those jeans in general, and getting a
whiff of his manly after-shave.  Not to mention that Jack had just sort of
made a reference to the fact that Brad was so scantily clad.  "Shit, I got
to be careful not to get hard," Brad thought to himself.

Brad couldn't resist being just a little daring with his next reply to
Jack.  "Yeah, it feels great out here today," Brad said, "This is the kind
of day when it would be fun just to run around outside naked."  He then
laughed, so if Jack took that the wrong way he would also just take it as a
joke.

"Well, I ain't gonna lie to you bro, I sure was bare-assed in my pool
awhile ago!" Jack exclaimed and burst out laughing.

"That grin and that personality, dear God does he know how hot he is?"
Thought Brad.

Aloud Brad responded, "For real man?  I bet that was fun.  I'll admit I
like to get out like that on the farm here when I've got it all to myself
too, but I didn't figure you could in town."

"Fenced in yard," Jack replied still chuckling.  "And glad I'm not the only
one who likes to go for the 'all over tan' if he gets a chance."

Brad laughed, and was thinking how it was hot, but odd, to be discussing
being outside naked with this hot policeman.  Especially when Brad actually
was so close to being naked.  He also wished Jack had on a lot less than
the cap, t-shirt, jeans, and sneakers he was wearing!

"Yeah, I hadn't thought about that, you do have a fenced in yard don't
you," Brad replied.  "What kinda pool you got in there?"

"Aww, not that big of one, just a fairly small five foot deep above ground
model, but its fun to get out in though," Jack replied.

"Well, I can't swim, so five feet deep would be good for me," Brad
admitted.

"You seriously can't swim?" Jack asked.

"No, ton of ear infections when I was little, so I never did learn," Brad
replied.

"Well you should come to the house sometime and let me teach you, man.
Five feet of water is enough to swim in, and like I said my pool is fairly
small, but it'd still be big enough across for that too," Jack said.

"Thanks man, I would love to take you up on that," Brad replied.  He
decided to push things a little again.  "But only if we can skinny dip."

To his surprise Jack laughed and replied, "Don't see why the hell not if it
is just us guys.  I'm used to a locker room so if you're not shy, I'm not
either."

This made Brad really horny, but he managed not to show it, and to keep
things on a light, joking level.  "Well, anyway, I seriously might come up
sometime if it would be cool with you, I really appreciate the offer."

"Sure thing," Jack said, "Just give me a call any day this week, I'm on
vacation and just planning on staying around close by and taking it easy."

TO BE CONTINUED...