Date: Thu, 22 Aug 2002 10:19:27 -0400 From: Peter Amore <peteramore696@hotmail.com> Subject: An Escort's Diary - Part 13 - Hunky Virgin Cop AN ESCORT'S DIARY - Part 13 By Peter Amore Hunky Virgin Cop August 2002 DISCLAIMER: This story is true, but names and physical location have been changed to protect the parties to the story. It depicts homosexual acts between men who are all consenting adults. IF YOU ARE NOT OF LEGAL AGE TO READ THIS STORY OR IF IT IS ILLEGAL IN THE PLACE YOU LIVE OR YOU DO NOT APPROVE OF SUCH MATERIAL PLEASE LEAVE. PLEASE DO NOT ENGAGE IN UNPROTECTED SEX. IT MAY LEAD TO LIFE THREATENING CONSEQUENCES. This story is copyrighted by the author and may not be reproduced in any form without the specific written consent of the author. It is assigned to the Nifty Archives under the provisions of their submission guidelines but may not be copied or archived on any other site without the consent of the author in writing. Copyright: 2002 - Author: Peter Amore - All Rights are Reserved. PeterAmore696@hotmail.com - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - This is the thirteenth in what I plan to be a continuing series of my experiences as a male escort. I also plan on including stories recounted to me by clients, fellow escorts and my partner who is also an escort. This happened several years ago, but a reader asked me about any experiences with cops or state troopers and this came to mind even though it is painful for me to relate it. For those of you who have not read my previous stories, let me tell you something about myself. I have been escorting for over 2 years. Through an agency for part of the time and on my own for the remainder. I live in the Philadelphia area, which is known as the City of Brotherly Love. I am 28, but look like 25, 5'8", 155 lbs, light brown hair and brown eyes. I am cut, have a 6.5-7 inch dick, a 32" waist and a nice "bubble" butt. I am sexually versatile, but more a bottom, not big on the anal thing, although I do get fucked. I prefer to be on my stomach, but will do whatever the customer wants. I like to get rimmed, but don't do it myself. I will only have safe sex (with a condom). I do suck, but don't swallow. I can say that I have the most fun while the client and I are 69ing, but, again, the customer is always right. I have had several customers who have given me tongue baths, which I find hot and have been a Cock and Ass Sundae on occasion. Not that it means much, but I am a college graduate, so I can carry on conversations at all levels and have been invited to many parties. I am 100% gay but very straight acting. Now for the story --- I had been escorting for a few months when I got a call through the agency to go to an address quite near the neighborhood I had grown up in. I was a little apprehensive because I was still in the closet to all but one friend. I am quite straight acting so very few people knew of my sexual orientation, let alone my occupation. I decided to bite the bullet and do the call hoping it was not with someone I knew. But, it had to happen sometime and unless the other person was really crazy, he had as much to lose as me. I drove up to the address. I had a friend who lived on the next block but his car was not at his house. My car was in the shop so I had a rental car. I parked the car at the curb and went up and rang the bell. There was no answer and I rang again. There was still no answer. I went back to my car to call the agency on my cell phone when it rang. It was the agency who told me that the client had just called and would be ten to fifteen minutes late because he got stuck at work. So, I just waited. I thought that, at least the client worked and couldn't be that old. My previous three calls had been with gentlemen who were retired. Nothing wrong with older clients but I was looking for a younger man. However, most guys who use escorts are not young, although there have been a few. Just then, a car pulled into the driveway. It was a red Cimarron. I sat in the car and watched. The driver got out. It was a cop, quite good looking and definitely a guy who worked out. He appeared to be about 25 years old, had dark hair and a tanned face. He was wearing the uniform of the local police department. He turned around and saw me in the car and came sauntering over to me. He was definitely good looking and looked vaguely familiar. He was poured into his uniform and the crotch was either padded or he had a great package. I got out of the car and he extended his hand. He said that his name was Paul and that he was sorry that he was late, but he had made an arrest and had to finish up the paperwork since he was off the next day. His palms were sweaty. I was also sweaty so we made quite a pair. He was quick to assure me that this was a personal meeting and nothing to do with him being a cop. He said that he had planned to be home and changed before I arrived. I began to breathe easier. He then invited me in but suggested that I park my car in the driveway rather than on the street because the streets were narrow. I got back into my car and pulled it up behind his car. He waited for me and we went into the house together. The house was obviously a man's home. It was furnished nicely, but without a woman's touch. I asked if he lived alone and he said, "Yes. No attachments here." He showed me around the house. A typical two bedroom ranch with a living room, dining area, kitchen, a den that held a computer and some workout equipment and a sun porch. I complimented him on the house. He was extremely nervous and other than the handshake at the street he did not touch me. He was very hunky and hot and my cock was growing quickly. I was also sweating profusely even though the home was nicely air-conditioned. I was trying to figure out how to break the ice. Then he said that he wanted to get out of his uniform, take a shower and get into something more comfortable. A light went off in my head. I said, "That sounds great. Do you think I could grab a quick shower also?" He looked a little skeptical, but said, "Sure." He then led me into the bedroom. We had still not touched. He was clearly nervous. When we got to the bedroom, he began to undress slowly. To me it was almost like a strip tease, but, in hindsight, I think he was nervous. He unbuttoned his shirt, took it off and put it on a hanger. He then sat on the edge of the king sized bed and took off his shoes. He then slid down his pants and folded them neatly on a hanger. He was wearing just his boxer shorts and socks and looked at me. I quickly removed my shoes, socks, cargo shorts and tee shirt and was left in my boxer shorts that were tented in the front by my now erect cock. This guy was hot and this wouldn't be work. This would be FUN! He then asked if I wanted to go first. I thought and then said, "Why don't we shower together? I could wash your back and you could wash mine. Have you every showered together with someone else?" He then told me that this was the first time he had been alone with anyone, male or female, and had not showered, except in school with anyone else. I must have been smiling like a Cheshire cat. I thought, "How could I be so lucky, a cute, hunky, virgin?" He then said, "Sure, I'd like that." We then went into the bathroom. It had a Jacuzzi as well as a glass enclosed stall shower with two showerheads, one up top and one midway down the wall. He turned on the shower. I dropped my boxers and was doing nothing to hide me erection. He then took off his socks and slid his boxers down. He was very nicely hung. Soft he had a 5" cock nestled in a bush of dark pubic hair and two low hanging balls. I was fighting hard to keep my hands and mouth off him. We stepped into the shower and began to get washed. I "accidentally" bumped into him several times. Then, I took the soap and started to wash his back. He jumped a few minutes and began to breathe heavily. I gently worked my way down his back and then skipped his bubble butt and began to wash the back of his thighs. I was swatting down and then he abruptly turned around. His now hard, 7" cock was at the level of my face. He then, just as quickly, turned back around and I began to wash his ass, letting my fingers slip between the crack of his ass and then gently caressing his pink rosebud of a hole. Without warning, he then said, "Your turn", and pulled me to my feet. He then began to copy what I had done to him. I was aching so much and wanted to continue, but he just stopped, rinsed off and got out of the shower. I was thinking about jerking off to relive myself but thought better of it. I began to think how different this was from my first time with a man. It had been rough, in the back of a car in a farm field with no foreplay. We both got out and were toweling off when I said, "Why don't we go in and lie down on the bed." He was reaching for a pair of boxers and I said, "You don't need those, they will only have to come off in a few minutes." He blushed and went in and pulled back the comforter. He was lying on his side, giving me a view of his very edible cock. I laid down facing him. He then started to speak. He told me that this was his first time with anyone. He wasn't sure if he was gay or straight but felt him leaning toward men. He said that he had learned of the Escort Agency during an arrest for an unrelated incident when a search of the perpetrator's car uncovered a copy of the Philadelphia Gay News, with the ad for the agency circled. He then said he called the agency twice before but chickened out and cancelled. The last time he called and said that he wanted to see someone who would be a good teacher for a person who had not been with a man. They suggested me. (They have done this several times.) I then slid over and gave him a kiss. At first he was stiff, but when I kept pushing my tongue into his mouth he relaxed and let it in. I was in heaven. I would have gone with him for nothing, but work is work. We kissed for what seemed an eternity. I began to rub his forehead and his back caressing it gently so that he got goose flesh. He then began to reciprocate. Slowly, I moved down his torso and took each of his nipples into my mouth, playfully biting them and then licking all around them. I moved down to his navel and gently sucked it. I then went back up to his neck and ears and playfully nibbled at them. I could feel his cock getting harder and harder. He then did the same to me. I was starting to be uncomfortable because my cock was so hard. I then suggested that I "love" his cock some. He nodded his approval. I slowly turned around (into a 69 position) and gently let my tongue run around the head of his now swollen cock. I just nibbled, then went down to his balls and started to lick them. He was jerking all over the bed. Then, In one swoop, I swallowed his cock. I couldn't get it all in my mouth, but I tried. He was bucking and shaking, but, then, all of a sudden, I felt his lips on my cock. I guess we 69'd for at least ten minutes. I then told him that I was about to shoot and that I thought it best that I pull out and do it on his chest because this was his first time. I did and I shot all over his chest. He pulled out of my mouth and shot all over my face. It was quite a facial. We then turned around and cuddled. I think we both dozed off because when we awoke his cum was all crusted on my face and we were stuck together at the chest. I joked and said, "Some facial and some glue." He then began to laugh and let out a big sigh. He then began to weep and said that this was the best day of his life. He was sorry he waited so long but that he had heard about anal sex and wanted to experience it. I told him to try fucking me and that, if he liked that, I would come back another time to give him a really special time being fucked for the first time. In the end, we decided to put both things off until a later date. We got up, and showered again. This time we were all over each other in the shower and I think our lips were locked for most of the shower. Reluctantly, I got dressed, he paid me and I left. Unfortunately, we never got together for the next session. About two weeks later I heard on the TV news that a policeman was shot and killed in an attempt to thwart a robbery. I ran out and got the newspaper the next morning. Sure enough, it was my client. I went to the funeral and was very upset. To think, I had provided some pleasure to this humpy hunk and he was probably looking forward to out next meeting as much as I was. I went up and shook hands with his parents and told them how proud I was to know him. They asked how I knew him and I lied. I said that I knew him from around the neighborhood when we were growing up. I only wish that I had. He was very, very special. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - Well, that's it. I'm sorry about the ending, but it is true. I hoped I haven't bored you and that you enjoyed this. What do you think? Should I continue writing? I would appreciate any suggestions. Let me know and also let me know if you have any stories you want me to relate. PeterAmore696@hotmail.com. All replies will be answered, except flames, which will be ignored.