Date: Mon, 14 Nov 2011 20:50:34 -0500
From: quest myrick <quest47484748@gmail.com>
Subject: A Pocket Full Of Cum (Adult Section)

A Pocket Full Of Cum
by quest47484748

Puberty and weed smoking came into my life around the same time and since I
enjoyed them both of them so much there were many times when one would
follow the other, ususally in private but under the right combination of
weed and open mindedness me and my stoner buddies might cap off the smoking
session with a circle jerk. Sometimes all it took was me showing up with a
pocket full of fresh cum.

It all started the summer between junior high and high school. The hair
above my dick had filled in nicely and now that school was over I could
sleep in and spend an hour beating off after I woke up at the decent hour
of 10 or 11am (during the school year there was never time since I stayed
asleep as long as possible).

While I was home alone I rarely got dressed unless there was a delivery and
never for salesmen (I figure even if I'm not buying anything they at least
get to walk away with an interesting story about the guy who answered the
door naked with boner and a first prize ribbon tied around his dick; I made
up the award with some arts and crafts supplies and would attach it to the
base of my dick just before opening the door). When I went out in the
afternoon to meet up with my smoking and drinking buddies I put on the
least amount of clothing possible in the largest size to eliminate
constriction and allow plenty of room for the days random boners: extra
large t-shirt and extra large drawstring shorts. And I always went commando
(the exact opposite of how I attended school).

So one afternoon I was walking down the street dressed in my school
vacation attire and a cop pulled up next to me to ask me some questions. He
gave me that bullshit about me resembling a suspect wanted for a fresh
crime nearby and eventually got to asking if he could frisk me and since I
had nothing on me I gave my consent as I assumed the position, bent at the
waist with my hands on the trunk of the car, feet shoulder length apart. He
started at my feet and had me slip out of my Vans one at a time so he could
check inside them and run a finger between each of my toes. He was as
thorough as he was gentle and this tenderness carried through to his
feeling up my calves and thighs before putting his hands in the front
pockets of my shorts to ascertain their contents. His right hand felt my
house keys and his left hand was feeling the length of my now rock hard
dick through the think cotton layer of my pocket where the end went a
couple of inches past the head so he could actually squeeze the entire
length from tip to base. I felt his hot breath in my ear as he asked how
close the weapon in my pants was to firing its load. I told him that
between him stroking my meat so intently and feeling his jock covered cop
meat in the crack of my ass like a throbbing nightstick I wouldn't last
more than two minutes max since even a stiff wind could give me a boner
with a pump or two of pre cum.

With this in mind the cop punched a hole in my pants pocket and threaded my
dick through it like an oversized condom. He kicked my feet a little
further apart and timed his pinching of my nipples with the stroking of my
pre cum leaking dick. And we both knew what was coming next as if we had
agreed upon it ahead of time. He lubed up the middle finger of his right
hand in the small puddle of pre cum that had formed in the bottom of my
pocket and used it to finger fuck me until (less than a minute later) I
blasted a load so big the stain was the shape of the entire pocket. By this
time the cop was breathing pretty heavy so I thought he might've cum at the
same time but I was too nervous and exhausted to ask. As he moved my
softening dick around my fresh load he told me that he'd be telling his cop
buddies about me and whenever they told him that he looked like a suspect
it was code for them wanting wanting to frisk me and jerk me off til I came
in my pants (they considered  making young guys cum in their pants one of
the perks of the job and making young guys cum seemed as good a way as any
to liven up an otherwise dull shift). After that it was a rare day that I
wasn't stopped by a cop who would ask for my ID and if I knew the first cop
that had jerked me off. When I said yes that's when they jerked their head
toward the trunk of the car which was code for getting in place to get
milked. Every time I saw a police car I got a boner so by the time they got
their hands on me I was already leaking and damn near ready to blow a load
in my pants so they never had to wait long and after a couple of minutes we
could both be on our way (him with a hard dick since they usually didn't
cum until after the shift and me with a soft dick behind a huge very damp
stain that gave off the unmistakable odor of fresh cum.

Most of the time the stain would still be very noticable when I reached my
destination (usually a friends house within walking distance) and after we
passed around a couple of joints someone would usually ask what got me so
horny that I came in my pants. By the time I finished my tale of "forced to
cum by cop" there wasn't a soft dick in the room, including mine so with
everybody rubbing their crotch at the same time I wasn't surprised when one
of the guys just whipped out his meat and started to beat off, and since it
was our host it would have been rude not to join in so we all did.

And that's why my dick gets hard every time I get stoned.

The End.

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