Date: Sun, 29 Mar 2009 15:15:12 -0700
From: Oregon Bear <oregonbear9@gmail.com>
Subject: After The Night Shift, Part 1

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		      After The Night Shift, Part 1.

	He'd been working late tonight, and I heard the garage door close,
and the two thuds of his boots in the den, right off of the garage.  I
could imagine him pulling off the boots, one at a time, and dropping them
onto the floor.  His big feet padded quietly through the house, Jim trying
not to wake me as he crept through the house, on the way to the bathroom.
I imagined him stripping off his uniform, unpinning his badge, and throwing
his shirt and his uniform pants in the hamper, soon followed by his socks
and shorts.  He'd be bare assed now, and it was about time.
	Jim had chosen to work a double shift today, to cover a couple of
other guys who were off on vacation.  A sergeant now, he worked extra hard
to take care of his troops and make sure they had time off with their
families.
	I threw off the blankets and lit a couple of candles in the room,
and took out the jar of massage oil that we liked.  Jim's back was always
tight after a long shift, and I thought I'd surprise him was a nice warm
back rub.  He wasn't expecting me to be awake at this hour, but I never
could really sleep until he was home.  Besides, he needed to relax a bit
and unwind, before getting to sleep.  We both had the next day off, and he
needed the rest.
	I heard the water turn off in the shower, and I could imagine his
strong, muscled shoulders now getting rubbed dry by the big soft towel I
had laid out for him by the sink earlier tonight.  The towel would be
gripped by his large, strong hands, and the towel would be tight, as he
rubbed it hard against his shoulders and the soft fur across his ass.  I
could just see the towel sweep down his lean, muscled belly, drying the
curls of hair across his chest and belly, and how he'd always dried off his
cock and balls, his thick fur around his cock and hefty balls still damp.
It was a good thought, and my cock stirred a bit, thinking of his hard,
tight ass and my cock pushing deep inside of him, my hands gripping his
shoulders and my crotch feeling the heat of his muscular, hard butt, my
cock deep inside of him, my balls slapping against his own balls.  I liked
to take him doggy style.  But tonight, well, I had another idea.  And, I
knew he'd like it.  He was that kind of guy.
	What with our schedules, it had been a long week, and I knew he'd
want to bust a nut tonight, after a hard week and no time to play.  Jim
liked it long and hard, and liked me taking him up his ass. He usually came
when I did, and he usually fire hosed his cum hard and fast into my fist,
as I stroked him at the same time I filled his ass.  Later on, he'd take me
in the ass, but he liked us in the missionary position when he did me,
liked to look into my eyes as we both shot our loads.
       I'd poured a shot of his favorite whiskey and left it on the counter
next to the towel.  He'd appreciate that, I know, after a long day of
dealing with all the garbage a cop has to deal with in our town.  The
scanner had been crackling all evening long, and I had heard his radio
number a number of times.
	My fingers ran through my beard and my moustache.  Jim always liked
me with a beard, and had gotten me to grow one after we first met.  He
liked his men lean and hairy, he said, and he said my whiskers rubbing
against his cock and balls always made him cum faster and harder.
       I could almost feel his thick curly moustache against my own cock
now, his heavy stubble coarse and scratchy along his cheeks and jaws.  He'd
added a goatee to his moustache a couple of weeks ago, and I'm hoping to
get him to try a beard himself next week, when we both get a week off and
head to the lake for some fishing.
	The bathroom door squeaked a bit, and I heard him come down the
hall.  I'd shut the bedroom door, so he couldn't see the candles, so he'd
still think I was sound asleep.  I lay spread eagled on the bed, my cock
flopping up against my belly, giving him a full view of what he was going
to get tonight, after his hard day at work.
	Quietly, he turned the door knob and slowly pushed the door open.
He broke out into a big grin, watching me open on the bed, my cock ready
for him.
	"Hi, big guy," I said.  "I'm sure glad you're home."
	"Me, too.  It was a helluva long day.  Sure nice to get home, and,
get to see you, all of you," he chuckled.  "Whiskey was a nice touch, too,
and much needed."
	Jim was bare assed, his thick cock dancing a bit over his balls as
he walked into the room, the candle light catching a bit of dampness on the
thick thatch of hair covering his balls and the curls that splayed across
his chest, highlighting the pink tips of his broad nipples.  I could smell
the faint odor of his shampoo and the smell of the whiskey on his breath,
as he leaned over me, his strong arms straight on the bed, his lips finding
mine and giving me a kiss.
	His cock touched my thigh and moved up my skin, as he moved against
me, the heat rising from his chest, and the tufts of our chest and belly
hair meshing together as he embraced me, until most of his weight was
against my chest.  He was hot, his skin damp and red from the shower.  I
could feel the whiskers of his moustache and goatee against my lips and
then, down along my chest, as he nuzzled and kissed my neck and down my
chest to the thick patch of fur that lay between my already hard, aching
nipples.  I could feel his warm breath against my chest, as he sighed;
relaxing now, now that he was home.
	"You need to relax," I whispered.  "How about a massage?"
	Jim sighed.  "Mmm. That sounds good.  I've been thinking about you
all night.  Wanting you pretty bad.  It's been too long, you know."
	"I know."
	My hand moved down from his shoulders, to his furry, hard pecs.
His cock, against my thigh, was hot and damp, and I could feel it filling
with blood, getting hotter, harder.  I could feel his balls in their thick,
furry sack rising a bit, the skin loosened by the heat of the shower now
tightening, pulling his balls up, under his now almost hard cock.
	I pushed him over a bit, so he was lying flat on the bed, his cock
beginning to move up from his belly, starting to pulse a bit with the
beating of his heart.  My hand grasped him, his manhood hot in my fingers,
damp, pulsing, growing.  I ran a finger across the wet foreskin, pushing it
down away from his cockhead, feeling the wetness of his juice, feeling the
heat of him, his horniness, his hunger.
	Slowly, I pumped him once, then again, feeling him harden and
lengthen to his full glory, hearing him moan a bit, deep in his thick chest
and throat, signaling his need, his lust.
	My other hand moved across his chest, stroking and pulling at his
nipples, and the thick curls of his hair, feeling the increased depth of
his breath, his urgency.  He moaned again, this time deeper, more urgent.
	I licked his nipples, feeling them hard and aching on my lips, and
then his warm belly, feeling his breath move in and out, listening to the
strong beat of his heart resonate across his chest.  A new lusty scent rose
from his armpits, the thick hair there now wetter, open to my nostrils, as
he flung one of his large, meaty arms over his face, exposing the deep, wet
crevices of his pit.  He smelled musty, hot and sweaty.  My mouth lingered
here, my nose deep into his hair, my moustache raking across the ends of
his curly wet hair, as I inhaled his smell, filling my lungs with my
lover's lust.
        I then moved down, feeling the thick hair around his balls and cock
catch in my beard, as my moustache brushed against the wet of his cock
head, and the silky tight skin of his shaft, until my lips and my tongue
circled the rim of his cockhead, tasting wet, spicy, hot and lusty in my
mouth.  I licked him slowly, slowly tasting the salty spice of the juices
of his cockhead, and the rim around his crown, and the little crevice on
the underside of his head, his most sensitive spot, the place I could touch
when he was almost ready to cum, begging me for release, his hips thrashing
upward, his balls hard and tight, his chest tight and sweaty, as he gasped
and moaned, his fists clenched into my shoulders.
	Jim moaned again, sighing deeply, hungrily, as I tasted him, and
took him inside of my lips, surrounding him with my tongue, my cheeks,
pushing my whiskers hard against his fur.  His hips started to push up a
bit, to make a rhythm, and his balls felt hot and sweaty in the palm of my
hand, as I moved down to his root, to the base of his manhood, fully taking
him for the first time tonight.
	His calloused fingers gripped hard into my naked shoulders, pulling
me down, then pushing me up, helping me to find the rhythm of his hungry
cock.  His strong hips pushed up against me, his balls fat and hot in my
hand, as my saliva dripped out of my mouth and soaked the fur around his
balls, and dripped down in the cleft of his butt cheeks, wetting his hole.
I wanted him wet, juicy.  I wanted him hungry for me, as I was hard now,
too, my cock hungry to take my lover, to fuck his sweet, hard ass, and to
shoot my load deep inside of his hungry, needy ass.  But, not now.  Now, it
was Jim's time.  He needed me, needed my lips and mouth taking his cock,
wet and thrusting.  This was his dance and he needed to take the lead here,
this first dance of the night.
	His balls were fat and damp in my hand, their heat hot against my
skin.  His ball sac tightened, the hair bristly against my skin, rubbing me
with each thrust of his hips, as he pushed himself into my mouth, his
entire length now inside of my mouth, and, with each thrust, my lips ran
nearly the full length of his shaft, stroking and pumping his manhood.  My
little finger moved down, sliding in the slick juice of my saliva dripping
from my cock-filled mouth, dripping off of my beard, soaking his balls and
flowing down across his hole.  Following the wet trail, my finger caressed
the outer edge of his hole, and pushed slowly in, feeling his heat and his
hole, opening up a bit for me, wanting me to come inside of him.  As my
finger danced there, I felt the hardness of his first wad of cum against my
finger, ready to shoot out of his cock and splash into the night air of the
room, exploding and releasing his seed.  He was almost ready, but not
quiet.  It was that delicious time, of being almost at the edge, and
wanting to fly over the edge, but yet, not quite ready; wanting the dance
to go on and on.
       We found our rhythm, the room silent now except for Jim's occasional
gasps and soft moans, and the wet slurps of my wet lips surrounding his
thick, hard shaft.  The bed springs would creak, in time with the thrusts
of his hard, meaty butt cheeks, as he clenched and then released his naked
ass with each thrust of his hips, each pump of his cock in my mouth.
	As Jim came closer and closer to his climax, my own cock was hard,
stiff, and hungry.  And, I felt the heat from his hole on my finger, and my
cock wanted to find its own home and its own release.  And, so I pulled my
mouth slowly off of the wet, throbbing manhood of my lover, my cop man, and
I moved around, pushing his thighs back and open and against his chest,
until I was over him, until my cock was pushing hot and eager against his
hole, until the thick curls of my own cock nest pushed against his balls,
until my own furry belly and chest lay above his wet and aching cock.
	And, slowly, I pushed inside of him, taking him, entering him with
my own steel sword, my cock now aching and hard, and pulsing with my own
hot blood.  And, I pushed and slid into him, feeling his ass open wide, to
take me, feeling his hard, muscular thighs against my shoulders and my ribs
and then, my hips, as we became one, united.  We moved together,
rediscovering the rhythm we had made as I had held him deep in my mouth,
until my groin and my belly and my fur rubbed wet and bristly against his
cock.  Deeper and deeper I went, feeling my cockhead rub against his
prostate, feeling him open to my cock, feeling his heat and his strength
take me.
	We danced.  We sweat, and we moaned, and the bed creaked and
rattled and banged against the wall, as we gasped and moaned and until
sweat ran down from my wet armpits, and down my ribs and dripped onto the
wet, sweaty fur of my man, his wet, hard cock hard and slippery against me.
	And the dance continued as time stopped and we felt nothing but
what was our cocks and our holes and our hard, sweaty chests and our full,
aching balls, and it was all the same thing and all the same hunger.
Until, at last, we pushed each other off of the edge of our climb and until
long ropes of sticky wet cum erupted from our balls and our wet, enflamed
cocks.  And, again, we each shook and spasmed and shot our manly seed, our
balls now aching and drained, our groins matted and sprayed with cum and
sweat and saliva, our hearts beating wild in our chests.
	Drained and spent, we lay next to each other, the cool air drying
our sweat and our cum, the candle light flickering against wet skin and
splashes of pearly cum and matted hair and still gasping chests and wet
armpits and crotches.
	"I'm glad you stayed up for me tonight."

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