Date: Thu, 13 Feb 2003 00:59:26 EST
From: Juan43206@aol.com
Subject: Black Cop
It was the summer of "92. I was 29 and living in Huntington, West Virginia.
It's a city of 60,000 or so on the Ohio river near where West Virginia,
Kentucky, and Ohio meet. I was "between" lovers that summer and went out to
the gay men's clubs fairly frequently. There were 3, but 1 was the most
popular, the Driftwood. I didn't like to drink and drive and I only lived
maybe 10 blocks from the place, so on a Saturday night I started off for it
around 11 pm.
It was very warm and humid out, so I wore some tight white denim shorts and a
revealing white tank top, along with some black boots. I'm white, and I was
5'4", 140 lbs, nicely toned, and I sported a deep tan. My head was shaved,
and I had a black mustache and gotee. I was looking pretty good, if you like
short guys. I was always a little nervous walking back and forth to the bar,
and I carried a switchblade. The walk there was uneventful, as usual, and
once in I ordered a beer and headed upstairs.
Upstairs is where most of the guys hung out. There was a stage and there was
always a drag show. Alot of guys knew each other. It was sort of a
combination neighborhood bar and cruise bar. I saw some guys I knew, no one
I would have liked to go home with though. There were some others there I
was interested in, but they didn't seem interested in me. I watched the drag
show, and the dancing at the intermissions, and I drank too much. Before I
knew it, it was closing time.
I left, a little depressed I hadn't met anyone new. I started walking home.
I walked 2 blocks, then turned left to go under the 10th street viaduct. I
was about halfway under the 2 block long viaduct when I realized there was a
car on the road behind me, going very slowly. I saw its lights first.
Usually I tried to ignore, yet be aware of, people or cars that were nearby.
I glanced over my shoulder, though, and saw that it was a police car. At
this point it sped up and passed me. I think the cop looked at me as he
passed.
I got to the top of the viaduct, and crossed 8th Ave. I saw the police car
ahead a litte ways, across 10th street, parked parallel to me in the parking
lot of a vacant store. I just kept walking on my side of the street. His
window was rolled down. As I passed by him, the cop said "Come over here
son". I stopped dead in my tracks. I turned toward him and stared. He said
again, more forcefully "I said come over here son". I couldn't really see
him well from across the street, with the glare of the streetlights, my buzz,
and the darkness.
I walked across the street toward him and saw that he was black. As I
approached he said "Put your hands up and go to the other side of the car".
I followed his directions. He got out as I walked around the car. He barked
"Put your hands on the hood of the car and spread your legs, son". I did as
he said. I was afraid to look at him, but from what I could tell he looked
good. He was maybe 40 or so, 6 foot or a little under, solidly built, and
fairly dark skinned. He patted me down quickly. He didn't find the
switchblade apparantly. He opened the back door and gave me a gentle push
into the back seat. He hadn't said what he stopped me for, and I was afraid
to ask. I hadn't done anything. He closed the door and went back around to
the driver's side and got in.
He said "I saw you come out of the Driftwood, boy. Where are you walkin' to
this time a night?" I said, "I'm just going home, sir. I only live a few
blocks from here". "I'd rather walk than drink and drive". He said "Well
that's a good idea". I said "Yes sir." He said, "Well we're goin' for a
short ride. You're all alone, nobody picked up your hot lil ass tonight, so
we're goin' for a ride". He chuckled. I was not sure what was happening. He
drove off onto 8th Ave. We didn't speak. About 2 blocks down he pulled
behind an old vacant factory at the corner of 8th Street and 8th Ave. It was
very secluded and dark.
He stopped the car but left it running. He said "Stay put, boy". He got out
and came around to my side of the car and opened the door. He got between
the door and the seat where I was sitting. He looked at me and said "You
look pretty good, boy, I'm surprised you aint' somebody's lil' slave". "Some
black dude's lil' pussyboy". He laughed. He continued, "You ever had any
black dick, boy?" He had started rubbing his crotch through his tight black
cop pants. I said "Yes sir". He said, "Oh, you have, had you?" He kind of
chuckled. He continued "I bet you aint' had no big black cop dick, though,
huh? He chuckled again. With that he unbuttoned and unzipped his pants.
He kept smiling. He was nice looking. Nice eyes, lips, a thin mustache and
gotee. He hauled his dick out of his pants. It was big and thick, hanging 6
or 7 inches down his leg, and he wasn't even totally hard yet. He said,
"Lick on dis boy". I did, all over it, up and down and all around. I
couldn't believe I was getting ready to suck a black cop's dick. He said,
"Yeah, you know what to do. You like this big dick boy?" I said "Yes sir".
He said, "I thought you would".
He said "So go ahead and start suckin' on it now". I began sucking on the
nice big head and he moaned. He said "I ain't had my dick sucked by a guy in
long time. Damn, shit feels good". He put his hands on my head and said
"Keep goin' boy, take all of it". I took his shaft in until I couldn't get
anymore in my mouth. There was alot more of him to go though. He slowly
fucked my mouth, pushing down on my head, and pushing the big head against
the opening to my throat.
He said, "Alright boy, open up that throat, I'm gonna push it in." With that
he pushed the head into my throat. I almost gagged. Tears started streaming
out of my eyes. I was determined though to suck this hot black cop off to
completion. He pushed down my throat, another couple of inches. I looked up
and saw and felt his thick pubic bush against my face. I had it all in. He
said, " Damn, boy, you sure do like black cock, don't you? You got 9 fuckin
thick inches down your throat". He held my head up so I would look at him
and so he could see his big dick going down my throat. He'd put a hand on my
throat sometimes, feeling his dick fucking my throat.
He started thrusting harder and harder. I took his big black dick down,
resisting gagging, tears flowing from my eyes. I loved it. He said "Boy, I
ain't never gotten ta fuck a throat this good. My women wouldn't take it all
and the few dudes back in the day wouldn't take it all either". "Dis throat
is mine, now, boy. You hear me? You is my little white boy cocksucker now".
He kept pumping all 9 inches in and pushing my head down on it. He said
"Shit, I could do this all night, but I am on duty, so I'm gonna load you up
here real soon".
He said, "Boy, I'm cummin', you swallow it all down now". With that he let
out a "Oh shit, hell ya, here it cums, oh damn, ohhh, fuck, ahh, ahh, ahh,
oh shit, ahh, yea boy, oh yea, ahh, ahhh, ahh." He flooded my throat with
his seed, I felt his dick pulsating in my throat. He pulled out so that he
was in my mouth and I felt him shoot several shots of his thick cum, savoring
the taste and swallowing it up. Then he pulled out of my mouth and shot a
couple more on my lips and and face. He wiped it up with his dick and I
licked it off as he brought it to my lips.
He put his dick back into his pants. He closed the door and went back around
to the drivers side. He got in. He asked me where I lived and I told him
He took me home. He got out and came around to my side and opened the door.
He said " Thanks boy" and grinned widely. "What's your name?" I said John.
He said "Well, John, I hope we can do that again real soon. You'd like that,
wouldn't you?" I said yes. He said "And I plan on makin' that hot lil white
pussy mine too". He laughed. I said "ok". He asked me for my phone number
and he wrote it down. He said "I'll call you soon, don' be givin' it up ta
nobody else now". I said "ok". He said "Alright, til next time then"