Date: Sun, 09 Apr 2000 14:51:48 PDT
From: No Forskin <no4skin50@hotmail.com>
Subject: Straight cop gets a blowjob

This is my first attempt at writing, so bear with me.

The following story is true.  Only the names have been changed, blah, blah,
blah.  It happened to me almost 25 years ago.



For years I was a country cop outside a very large city.  Being a cop, I
can tell you stories that would curl your hair, but I'll settle for just
giving you a hard on.

It was in the mid 70's.  I was out on patrol one hot summer night in the
far reaches of my patrol area.  It was a nothing night - boring - zip
happening, but what the hell, I'm paid either way.  My patrol took me all
over my assigned area, and I thought I'd finish up looking through one
secluded area before radioing one of the other cars to see if they were
interested in coffee.

I proceeded to drive through a large wooded park, known for its attraction
to young lovers.  A great place to rip off a piece, if you know what I
mean.  Not much chance of getting disturbed or caught.  But what the hell,
I haven't checked this place out in over 2 weeks so it's due for a sweep.

I only saw 3 cars in the area.  One was occupied by a couple with a kid and
they were sleeping - their excuse being that they were passing through and
didn't want to invest in a motel room.  The second car was a young couple
that saw me driving up.  You could tell the hot little teen blondie was
pulling up her pants as I was pulling up behind them.  Nothing happening
here.  The last car was off a bit, away from the parking area.  Now, don't
get the idea that cops area some sort of perverts who like to watch other
people screwing or nothing, because it just isn't true.  The truth of the
matter is that we check out parkers just to make sure that a stranger isn't
raping little Sally.  And that if she there of her own free will, then she
is at least over 18.

Anyhow, I drove up behind the last car and got out, leaving my cop car door
open.  All I could see as I walked up to the car was the back of a head in
the rear seat.  Whoever it was in the car obviously didn't see or hear me
coming.  As I walked slowly up the side of the car, I could now see inside.
The guy in the back seat was getting the blowjob of his life.  This head
was bobbing up and down on his pole for all he was worth.  Lucky bastard, I
thought.  But now to disturb their fun.  A banged on their car door and the
recipient of the blowjob suddenly opened his eyes.  The "blower" looked up
and my life changed forever.  It was a guy.  The head that had been bobbing
up and down on the other guys cock and belonged to a male.  I have no idea
who was more embarrassed - the blower, the blowee or me.  I just stood
there stammering and then just walked away.  Never in my whole red-blooded
pussy eating, cunt screwing life had I seen anything like that.  I decided
to try to forget the whole thing and just carry on.  Shit.

Three months pass...

I was working nights again, and had stopped at a local diner for a bite to
eat.  As any other cop will freely tell you, the bloody last thing that a
cop wants while dining is company.  We are tired of listening to people's
bullshit and now just want a bit of piece and quiet.

I was halfway through my meal, staring down at the place, when I became
acutely aware that someone had walked up to me and was standing they're
waiting to be acknowledged.  Ok, I'll bite.  Probably some asshole wanting
to complain about a ticket.  I looked up and saw a fellow standing there,
about 30 years old, not bad looking, and strangely familiar.  He asked if
he could join me and I said ok.  My face probably said, "fuck off", but the
works came out "ok".  The first thing he said was did I remember him.  I
said no.  He said to think back about 2 to 3 months, to the park about 18
miles away.  I dropped my fork.  He was the "blower".  I asked what I could
do for him, trying to be as professional as possible.  My face was now
yelling fuck off.  He said he just wanted to thank me for not making a big
deal out of that traffic stop a few months ago.  He assured me that he
didn't make a point of taking men out to the park to blow them, and he
apologized for making me feel so damned uncomfortable.  As it turned out,
the guy getting the blowjob was a local businessman, who's life came
complete with wife and 2.5 kids.

We talked.  And talked.  I became less aware of the fact that this guy was
gay and more aware of the fact that he was a really interesting person.  He
didn't look gay (now that I've met more gay men, I realize just how stupid
that sounds.  But that was me and it was about 1975).  I overstayed my
allowed dinner break.  The boss would no doubt mention it, so I'd have to
think of a story of how I was sitting there solving the Kennedy
assassination.  Yeah, he was stupid enough to buy that.

Fast-forward again, four months this time.

Young and foolish, free, single and bored, I find myself at a roadhouse out
on the highway out of town, drinking my face off.  What the hell, no fellow
officer would stop me for drunk driving, so I can sit here and get
shitfaced if I feel like it.  One o'clock in the morning and its time to
drag my ass off of the bar stool and head home.  I stand there in the
parking lot, weighing (with the last functioning brain cell in my cranium)
the heavy consequences of driving home and killing myself and someone else,
or calling a taxi.  Being drunk, I actually have to think about it for more
than five seconds.  A car rolls to a stop before my swaying stature.  A
voice calls out from the driver's side, "Hey, you look like you need a
ride".  It was him again.  The blower.  The lip man.  The lip lock on a
love muscle man.  I make an instant decision.  Getting a ride home from him
was better than wrapping my car around a pole.  Ok, thanks pal.  I'm in.

His name was Fred.  Funny he didn't mention it the last time we met.  He
certainly couldn't mention it the first time me met because it's not polite
to talk with your mouth full.  Honestly, this is the stuff that's going
through my mind as we are driving down the road.  And he wonders why I am
giggling.  Ah, the wonders of beer.

We get to my place and sit in the driveway and talk for a bit.  There's NO
fucking way I'm inviting this guy in.  So we talk.  And talk.  And talk.
Both of us being guys, the topic gets around to sex after a bit.  And we
talk some more.  I actually open up and start to discuss his "gayness".
More talking.  I'm standing beside the car having a piss on my lawn.  And
back to talking.  Blowjobs now become the point of discussion.  I suppose
it was inevitable that he'd mention that guys give better head than women.
I was still pissed so I laughed.  And we kept talking about it.  It
happened.  He offered.  And guess what!  After 62 gallons of beer (pissing
out 63 gallons), an hour about talking about sex and head in particular, I
start to think, "What the hell".  Should I, shouldn't I.?  I solved the
dilemma by glancing around to make sure the neighbor's lights were all out,
undoing my zipper and hauling Mr. Friendly out.  Semi-hard, happy as a
clam, and definitely out of my pants.  Fred smiled and said to just relax
and let him do everything.

Ok, let me start off by saying that I've received blowjobs from
professionals.  Yes, pros.  As in hookers.  The hottest girls in college
had sucked me off.  I've had the best head that could be had.  But NOTHING
prepared me for the blowjob that Fred was giving me.  He was, and I believe
the technical term is, un-fucking-believable!  He started off just licking
it for probably three and a half weeks (ok, so it just seemed like that),
and when I thought I couldn't take anymore, he slipped my bone into his wet
mouth and sucked me dry.  When I finally came, I think I woke up the
neighborhood.  I blew my load and he swallows the whole thing.  All of it.
Every drop.  I love it.

When I finally caught my breath, I felt compelled to thank him, which only
invoked peels of laughter.  He said he was the one who should thank me.  We
talked a bit longer.  Exchanged phone numbers.  Promised that this had been
a one-shot thing.  And he left.

All the next week I was racked with guilt about having received a blowjob
from another guy.

All the week after, I was thinking of calling him.

I finally did, and our meetings became a regular thing.  I'd go over to his
place.  He would suck my cock while we watched porno movies.  We both got
naked, but I only touched him one or two times.  Actually got up the nerve
to jerk him off once too.

A year later, Fred moved away.  Two years later, I married.  I'm still
married, and if my wife didn't give the best blowjobs in the world, I'd
probably use my police connections to find Fred and hook up with him again.
Sometimes I still think of him when I'm sitting on the toilet and jerking
off.

Fred, if you read this, you'll know who wrote it.  Give me a call sometime.