Date: Fri, 15 Jul 2005 17:35:54 EDT
From: DogBone421@aol.com
Subject: "The Ex Con and The Cop" part 3

     The next two weeks were long and very tiring. Every evening when I would
get up and hit the shower I saw the actions of my sex with Mark. The marks he
left on my neck were slowly leaving me, but they lasted a long time. I always
had to make sure my shirt collar was up high around my fellow officers. I had
to admit that every time I saw them I was reminded of the great lover he was.
My balls drew tighter when I thought of it. Working 12 hours shifts as a
patrol officer are at times boring and also stressful. I needed the time away from
Mark to get things sorted out in my head. I realized that things were working
out for me and nothing "wrong" had come of my actions. I wanted to call Mark
on the one day I had off, but decided against it. I figured in my "cop mind"
I needed to get some space between us and see how things turned out.  But I
couldn't deny the need I had for sex now. Mark had awoken that in me.


   Thursday night was my day off on this crazy overtime schedule my first
week. I got up early and got things done that I didn't have time to earlier in
the week. Bills always have to be paid even if you're a cop or not. I pulled on
my favorite sweat pants and a tee shirt. It was the first time I had wore a
tee shirt in public since I had received the "hickys". You could still see a
very dark blue and yellow spot on my neck just above my collar. I ignored the
idea of what others might think as I headed out.  I wouldn't be running into
anybody I knew. Thanks god it was summer time and the sunlight lasts longer. I
hate winter months on the late shift.


   I paid some bills here and there and headed to the bank. The drive thru
was backed up so I went inside to make a deposit. One of my favorite female
tellers was open so I walked up and stood in her line. She had been trying to put
the make on me for about a year. When I walked up we shot the breeze for
second. Then I saw her eyes lock on my neck. I instantly knew she saw what was left
of the places that Mark had put on me. Her eyes looked down quickly and I
stuttered somewhat not even realizing I was. In all my thoughts I had never
guessed her seeing them when I put on a tee shirt. Here was a woman who was lusting
after me, seeing the results of sex with a man. If only she knew! I wrapped
up our conversation that had dropped off quickly and made my way back outside.
Once back in my truck I checked my mirror again to see if they were that
visible. I ran my hand through my short hair as I saw it plain as day. I hit the
local convenience  store before heading back home. I grab a coke and headed for
the counter. I reached in my front pocket for change when I pulled out a phone
number on a scarp piece of paper. I looked at it as I reached for my wallet
for money. It was Dutch's phone number. I remember him writing it down and
giving it to me. I had put it in the front pocket of these pants I wore that day.
I paid for the soda and headed out. My cock lumped heavy in my jockeys as I
thought of Dutch. When I got in my truck I scratched my heavy balls and adjusted
my itchy cock.

    I instantly had thoughts of calling him, just to see how he was. I wasn't
sure if I should wondering what Mark would ever think if he found out. I didn'
t want to connect with Mark again so soon, but Dutch might be different. I
picked up my cell phone and slowly put in his number. I pushed send as I thought
of what I was going to say. It rang five times before a woman answered it.
Quickly I asked for Dutch without giving it a thought. She said he was outside
in the shed working on his bike and would go get him. I heard her lay the phone
down and walk away and yell for him. A few seconds later I heard a door open
and slam as he asked her whom it was. She said she didn't know. Dutch spoke in
the phone, "Hello"! I quickly told him who I was and asked if he remembered
me. His voice changed and said of course he remembered. He told me to hold on
a second. I heard him yell at his girl friend that this was private and to get
lost. As I heard the door in the background slam shut again.  He came back on
the phone. He talked lower and laughed that he was happy I had called him
back. I asked how he was and what was new. We talked a few minutes before he
asked if I had called to maybe have sex. I listened as he said he had not blown a
load since he and I had last fucked. He explained that his girl friend was in
here eighth month and that she was turned off to sex completely. I told him I
had tonight off and maybe we could hook up if he was able. He said he could
get away. He wanted to know if we could meet somewhere. I didn't know of a place
right off hand. He suggested a gas station on a street I knew. He said he
would be there in about 10 minutes.


     I hung up and sat in my truck for a few minutes killing a little time. I
drank my coke and listened to the radio as I thought of sex with Dutch. I
found myself absent-mindedly rubbing my crotch as I waited. When I figured enough
time had passed I started my truck and pulled away. I drove over to where he
suggested. When I pulled in I saw him standing next to his bike. His crotch
lump looked big even from far away. I pulled in a parking space and he walked
over. We shook hands and he smiled a big smile as he leaned in my window. I
noticed his hands were dark from grease. He was dressed in a sleeveless tee shirt,
ball cap. His construction boots and the bottom of his jeans were caked with
dry mud. You could tell he was still warring the cloths he wore to work today.
 "Hey buddy, good to see you again," he said.  I told him he looked horny.
He laughed and wanted to know if it showed that bad. We both had a good chuckle
when I said it did. We talked some more and then there was a lull.  When he
spoke again he wanted to know if I would to go in the gas station bathroom with
him. He said they had a locking door and it was around back. No one would see
us both go in. I nodded yes as he banged the side of my truck door and said
he would go get the key. I watched his beautiful full ass walk away into the
store. Lots of patrons entered and left the store as I waited. A few minutes
later he walked out and waved me around back. I rolled up my windows and got out
and walked his way. When I got around back I didn't see him. I saw the men's
room door and walked over to it. As I opened it I saw him leaning against the
sink. He motioned me in and said to lock the door. The door squeaked so load
it when I closed it I said out load "DAM"! The place smelled of old piss and
the trashcan was overflowing. There was piss troth on the wall and a john.
Once the door was closed Dutch started to unbuckle his belt and the top of his
jeans. Quickly he had his pants fully open in a "V" and was fishing his cock
out of his underwear. When his cock was out he shook it and skinned the head
back and showed it to me. I walked over to him and knew what he wanted. Before I
got on my knees I asked if he was sure we were safe here doing this. He patted
my face cheek and said, "If we hurry".



        I got on my knees before him and looked at his beautiful cock. It
swelled as I watched. His uncut cock head was a beautiful pink color and smelled
like a man. I was struck by how big a mushroom head he had. He asked me to be
easy on his cock head cause it was extra sensitive. I moved my hand under his
shaft and reached in his jockeys for his balls. Dutch pulled his pants lower
on his hips and his balls hung free for me. His crotch hair was very fine, not
course like Mark's. As I fingered his ball sack he asked if I could feel the
load in them. His right nut hung so much lower then his other one. His sack
looked heavy this close. I could see the size of his Hanes jockeys at the back of
his shorts. Size 34.  The front waistband of his underwear had some mud at
the top from pulling them down to piss at work. I opened my mouth and took his
cock head in. I instantly tasted old piss as my tongue explored the crown the
skin made around the back of his cock head. I dug my tongue between the folded
skin. I explored the area as I cleaned him. As I took him in more and more he
moaned. My spit glands were working overtime to wet his full shaft as I
started to move up and down. He quickly grabbed both sides of my head and began to
hump my face. He took me fully down on his shaft as my gag reflex kicked in. He
coached me on relaxing my throat and breathing through my noise. He eased his
shaft out some and tried again to go fully in me. It took a few times for me
to open up, but before I knew it I smelled his crotch hairs. My noise nostrils
flared as I breathed hard through them. His big ball sack was against my
chin. "Your doing good baby," came from him. He began his hump action again only
pulling his shaft out a few inches as he bucked my face. His pants dropped to
his knees as he moved. His belt buckle made a clack sound as he humped me. My
head was wrapped deep in his crotch with both of his thighs next to my cheeks.
His hands held me firm in place as we moved. He quickly started to breath
faster and I knew he wouldn't be long. I held his legs to balance us better as he
began to move towards climax. Within seconds he pushed my head as far down on
his shaft as possible and began to cum. His lower belly expanded and
contracted as my eyes watched it. I couldn't taste his load at first because it went
directly into my belly. My throat contracted around his head as I swallowed
what he offered. Dutch rubbed the back of my head and cooed as he let his nuts
drain. Slowly he came down from his climax and he eased his shaft from my
throat. My tongue found his cock head and began to lick him clean. "Easy man," he
said, very sensitive now. I slowly licked his head as he softens in my mouth.
His foreskin retracted back over his mushroom head and I cleaned it for him
also. His remaining sperm tasted strong and I could smell it faintly. I let him
slip from my mouth and saw a large amount of spit on his ball sack. I held them
gentle and licked both nuts dry. His ball hair was plastered against his sack
when I was done.


    As I sat back and was ready to get up I grabbed his shaft one last time.
It had shrunk small. I checked the tip of his foreskin. When I pulled his skin
back a little I saw his piss slit come into view. At the slit was a small
white drip of clotted sperm. I licked it out and dug my tongue in him a little to
get it all. His piss slit opened wide for my assault. I sucked the slit to
see if I could draw anymore out. Dutch knew what I was doing. "Yeah, get it all"
 he said. Once I let go again, Dutch began pulling his pants and shorts back
up. I watched him place his family jewels to the right in his shorts. He
cupped his crotch and began to redo his pants. It was weird to watch another guy
put everything back and adjust himself at this angle. Dutch tapped my shoulder
and told me to get myself together as he turned and looked at himself in the
mirror. I stood and brushed some grim from my pants knees and re-tucked my
shirt. Dutch asked if I needed to piss before we left. I answered no as Dutch
turned around and looked me over. He started to laugh. "What's the matter," I
asked. Dude, come over here and look in the mirror for yourself.  I could see my
ears had black grease on them from Dutch's dirty hands. He turned on the water
and got a paper towel and soap. Easily he cleaned them for me and wiped the
sides of my head also that were dirty. He took his time and held me with his
other arm in place as he worked. I thanked him when he said I was "Good now." "
Least I can do for you, you took care of my needs," he replied. As we turned to
leave Dutch patted my back.


      We both left the men's room together and walked to our vehicles. When I
got to my truck Dutch asked if he could buy us a beer inside and we could
talk. I agreed as he went back inside to return the key. I was sitting in my
truck cab when he returned. In a paper bag he had two large beers for us. He got
in and we sat and talked for a little. The cold beer washed the taste of sex
from my mouth. I held some and swished in between my teeth to clean them also.
He asked if I had been with or talked to Mark any since our last time together.
I told him I hadn't. He said he was with Mark yesterday evening and told me
Mark had found a job. It was at a junkyard close by. We drank and talked and
relaxed. I asked him if he knew if Mark was having sex with any body else right
now. He said he didn't think so. "Mark's a good man," he said. He's also
lucky to have you to fuck. We shot the shit a little longer when he said he
needed to get back home. He told me how good a job I did on his cock and that he
wanted to "make a baby" with me next time. "Next time," I answered. "Promise"
came from him. "Promise," I said back.

   The sun was beginning to drop, as I pulled away and Dutch headed in the
opposite direction.


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