I am a twenty-seven year old gay male and have been since I was fifteen. I love all aspects of male sex and want it frequently, although that is not always possible. I am in sales and see quite a few hot men of all ages.

I had been living in my apartment for just over six months, when the vacant apartment next to me was rented. I watched the new tenant move and offered my help.

Introducing myself, I said, "Hi. I'm Mark Winters, your neighbor. You need any help?

"Hey, thanks, man. Always, and I'm Greg North."

Greg was hot as hell, very muscular, and one guy of equal build helping him. With my help, we soon had Greg moved in and rested with a cold beer. As we paused, Greg removed his tee shirt, and all I could think about was how I might get him in bed for whatever he wanted.

That is until I found out he and his buddy were both city cops. I knew then that my chances were near zero.

Regardless, Greg and I became good friends. After a fer months, I told Greg that I was facinated by police work and loved the TV show, Cops, and asked if the police department allowed 'ride along'. He said that they did but I'd have to apply at the division headquarters.

I did and requested to ride with Greg. My application was approved and a Date was set.

I had noticed that Greg eyed me a lot and was more friendly than normal, but knew that some people were just made that way.

When the day arrived, Greg said I could ride to the station with him for that day. I did and was with him in the locker room where he and other officers changed from civilian clothes into their uniforms. I was weak from seeing so many hot studs in their briefs showing nice bulges and Greg's was one of the biggest.

I sat through roll call with him then e hit the streets. His shift was from two in the afternoon until midnight. It was a Saturday and he said on weekends we could expect anything.

About three, he got a call to go to a family disturbance. The report was that one brother had threatened another after a fight.

We arrived on the scene and as instructed, I had to stay with the vehicle. He took statements from witnesses and from the brothers. As he did, there was one neighbor that had witnessed the altercation and he was hot.

He was about twenty-five or so and lived in the house we were parked in front of. He was just over six foot tall and had dark blond hair, muscular build and nice smile. He was shirtless and his chest was covered with a nice medium coating of dark blond hair and his left nipple had a ring through it. For some reason, as I looked at him, he looked at me and our gaze locked.

When Greg finished interviewing him he casually made his way toward me. When he was close, he asked, "You a cop?"

"No, that's why I'm staying over here. That officer is my neighbor and I'm doing a ride-along."

"I've heard of those. I bet it's interesting."

"Well, I'll find out. This is our first call."

"I'm Clay Wallis," he said, "and if I'm not being too forward, I'd love to get with you after today and get you to tell me all that happened."

I had a feeling that he was putting the make on me but I wasn't sure. If he was, I damn sure wouldn't turn him down. His low slung jeans were tight and showed a nice bulge, and on his left bicep was a USMC tattoo.

"I'll certainly think about it. How can I contact you?" I said.

"I'll be right back." He ran into the house and soon returned with a slip of paper with his name and phone number on it.

"Give me a call anytime," he said.

"Will do," I said.

Greg finished up and we left, returning to patrol duties. We made a few traffic stops, checked a suspicious activity call, finding nothing going on, and assisted on an assault call.

All during patrol, we talked, and I noticed that he frequently glanced over at my crotch and periodically would rub his. That was turning me on to no end. I told him about Clay wanting to hear about my day and asked if there were any rules about discussing it.

"You just can't give any names or addresses out," he said.

Suddenly, we got a call to return to the address of our first call.

"They're fucking at it again," Greg said.

Flipping on his lights and siren, we took off. Moments later we pulled up at the address, along with two other units.

The two brothers were hard at it, down on the ground, beating the crap out of each other.

Greg and the other officers got them separated and cuffed. As I watched and waited, Clay walked up.

"They are normally very peaceful but one found out the other has been fucking his girlfriend."

"Well, that can cause an explosion," I said. I noticed that the bulge in Clay's jeans was more pronounced, and suddenly asked, "You have any plans for tomorrow afternoon?"

"None at all, why?"

"Well, I'll call you if I'm free and we can meet and I can tell you about my day."

"Hey, that would be great," he replied. "I'll be here."

Greg and the officers finished up and the two brother were both taken to jail.

We left and moments later stopped a driver for DUI. The guy was so drunk he could barely stand up, much less drive. Greg arrested him and after a tow truck picked up his car we took him in and I got to see the booking process, or part of it.

After a while back on patrol, I told Greg that I needed a pee break. Laughing he said he did also.

Turning into a dimly lit alley behind an abandoned warehouse, he said, "We're both about to break the law, or at least I am."

He turned off the headlights and said, "I'm going to piss. You going to join me?"

Saying yes, I figured this was my chance to see how he was hung.

We got out and walked over to the building. I stood turned slightly to my right and he came up on my right and turned to his left. we both took out our cocks and began a long piss session.

I had been right about Greg. He was hung and very nicely, I might add. I couldn't help but notice him checking mine out in the dim light.

We both took our time putting our cocks away before returning to the car.

As we pulled out of the alley, he said, "You do realize we both broke the law by urinating in public, don't you?"

"Oh, yea, but I won't tell if you won't."

Laughing, he said "Deal." Then a few moments later he said, "You know, there is a lot that goes on secretly between officers that others would be arrested for."

"Oh? Such as?"

"I really shouldn't have brought it up, but since I have, I'll be honest. I'm sure you've heard how officers cover for each other, right?"

"Yes, I have."

"Well, I don't know of any officer that would cover up illegal drug activity or other serious crimes, but some have other indiscretions of a sexual nature that fellow officers keep to themselves."

"May I ask what kind?"

"This is just between me and you, promise?"

"You have my word on it."

"Well, some married officers have been caught cheating on their wives with other women," he said and after a short pause added "and a few with men. Some single male officers have been caught with other male officers by other officers."

"Having sex?"

"Yep," he said.

"And the officers don't report it?"

"No. The guys are excellent officers in every way and would give their life for you. Why ruin their life just because of their sexual preference?"

"I agree. I'm very open minded and feel that a man's personal life shouldn't be a condition for employment."

"I feel the same way," he said.

Opening the door, but not expanding on it I said, I'm no angel by a long shot."

"Me either," came his reply. Neither of us expanded on it or questioned the other, but we looked at each other, almost knowingly.

We finished the shift and returned to the stationed. After signing out, Greg and I headed home, stopping on the way for a late night dinner. Our conversations were light and avoided the sexual aspects we discussed.

Late Sunday morning I called Clay and we agreed to meet at his place at three.

"Come comfortable and cool. My air conditioning is acting up and I can't get anyone out until tomorrow."

"Got it," I said. "How about if I bring a cold six pack?"

"Great," he said.

I arrived back in the nice upper middle class neighborhood and park at Clay's just before three.

He answered my knock wearing just a pair of short thin nylon gym shorts. Damn did he look hot.

"Make yourself at home. I apologize for the heat, so feel free to take off whatever you want to stay cool."

"Thanks," I replied.

We talked for a while and I found out that he was an accountant and single and had no girl friend. I filed him in on myself also telling him I was single also and no girl friend.

"So, tell me about your day on patrol," he said.

I filled him in on everything, leaving out the sexual conversation. He thought it was wild that we pissed together in an alley.

As we talked, he was sitting across from me and periodically, I would get a small glimpse of the head of his cock. I knew he was going commando. I got brave and casually removed my shirt. I immediately noticed him checking me out.

We visited until almost six when he said, "Mark, why don't you stay for dinner? I'm really enjoying your company."

"Sure, if it won't put you out any."

"Not at all," he replied.

We went to the kitchen and he began dinner with me helping all I could.

As we ate, a nice breeze began blowing and after we finished, he suggested we go out onto the patio and enjoy it.

With another beer in hand, we went out without turning on the light and he casually said, "If you weren't here, I'd probably be sitting out here totally nude, trying to cool off.

"Hey, it's your place. Do what you want. Besides, it wouldn't offend me because I do the same a lot when I'm home."

"You sure? You know you're free to join me."

"I know that," I said, hoping he would strip off his shorts.

Seconds later he did, saying,"Man, that feels better."

I calmly stood and removed my shorts. I was commando also, just in case.

Looking at me he said, "I love this. I see nothing wrong or indecent about us both being nude."

"Neither do I."

Then he smiled and said, "You know, you're pretty well endowed. Have you ever measured it?"

"Once. It was fully hard and I was curious and it measured roughly seven and a half."

"Nice. Mine is only seven."

"Nothing wrong with that," I said.

As we sat there we both began to get an erection. Soon, we were both completely boned. looking at each other, we began laughing.

Clay stood up and walked over to me then leaned down and kissed me. As we kissed, he began stroking my cock and I did the same to him. After the kiss, he asked, "Shall we go inside and take care of things?"

"Definitely," I replied.

We went inside and to his bedroom and were soon in a hot sixty-nine. After devouring each others loads we again kissed. after the kiss, he said, "I was hoping for this when we first talked."

"So was I," I replied as I ran my fingers through his hairy chest. After more making out we rimmed and fucked each other. When I left, we had set a date for the entire next weekend at my apartment.

Then on Monday afternoon, Greg called me and asked if I was busy Tuesday night. He said he was off Tuesday and Wednesday and would like to have me over for dinner. I said Tuesday would be great, and that I would take off work early so we wouldn't be rushed eating.

"Anytime after four-thirty will be great. Just in case I'm in the shower, the door will be open. Just come on in."

I arrived a four thirty five and just went in. I heard him in the kitchen and walked in, finding him totally nude.

"Don't you look cute?" I said. "I wish I had my camera."

"Damn, I thought I had more time. I must have looked at the clock wrong."

"Well, I didn't know it was going to be this casual," I said.

"Hey, man, I'm sorry."

"Don't apologize. Hell, I'm a nudist at heart. I love being nude and live that with at home."

"Really? So do I as you can well see."

"Look Greg, If you're okay with it so am I. Get your shower and stay nude."

"You sure?"

"Hell yea," I replied.

"Well, make yourself at home and I'll be out in a few."

"No problem," I said. "Got a cold one in the fridge?" I asked.

"Yea. Help yourself," he called back as he headed for his bedroom.

I soon heard the shower running and casually stripped off my clothes. I was sitting on the sofa, my feet on the coffee table, when he returned.

He was nude and said, "It make me glad that you feel comfortable enough with me to get nude also."

"Greg, I'm very comfortable around you so that's why I have a confession to make."

"What kind of confession?"

"You remember our private conversation when i was on patrol with you and I said I wasn't an angel?"

"Yea, why?"

"Well, I've been with many guys in my lifetime, both getting satisfied and satisfying others. I'm totally gay."

"Man, am I ever gad to hear that. I figured you were from things I noticed when around you and the fact that you said you didn't mind me staying nude. And just so you know, I'm one of the officers that got caught having sex with another officer. I'm gay also."

"I thought as much from your comment," I said.

"When I got caught, I was with not one but two officers. We were all on duty and it was on the back seat of my patrol car. We all had our pants down and I was on my hands and knees on the back seat. One was fucking my ass while the other was fucking my mouth."

"Shit, man, what happened?"

"The officer that caught us had seen what was going on. He was married and bisexual. He watched a few minutes then walked up on us, his cock out and hard and stroking and told us to finish. After the two working on me both got their rocks off in me, we all stood up and he had me sit on the trunk of the car and he started sucking me. The other two took turns sucking him off. For several weeks he four of us would meet up and have sex until the first two were transferred to another area."

"Do you sill get with the one that caught you?"

"Oh yea, occasionally. You remember the redhead that was there when we arrested the brothers?"

"Yea. Is that him?"

"Yep, and he thinks your hot."

"I think he's hot also. I'd love sex with him."

"I can arrange it if you want me to."

"Hell yea," I said. "What would be hot is to have him just knock on my door, come in and take advantage of me."

Greg just smiled then casually leaned over me and gently and lovingly tongue kissed me.

We had dinner then headed for the bedroom where we sucked and fucked each other until almost two the next morning.

Wednesday night about ten, there was a knock on my door. I grabbed my bathrobe and tying the sash around me, I answered the door.

There before me stood the redhead cop. Gently, he pushed me back in and closed the door. I knew Greg had called him.

He quickly opened my robe, pushing it off my shoulders, letting it drop to the floor. Neither of us said a word and he dropped to his knees, still in full uniform. He quickly swallowed my cock and sucked me to a magnificent climax.

Then after standing, he kissed me passionately as I rubbed his boner through his uniform. As we kissed, he removed his utility belt then dropped his pants. As I dropped to my knees, I gently pulled his briefs down to his ankles. There before me was a beautiful seven inch uncut cock sticking out of the most sexy red patch of pubic hair I'd ever seen.

I quickly swallowed his cock and brought him to his climax. His cum was delicious and i savored the taste before swallowing.

As he redressed he said, "Next time, I want your cock up my ass, got it?"

"My pleasure but when might that be?"

"You just never know," he replied with a wink. With that, he turned and left.

Thursday night there was another knock on my door. The redhead cop was back. This time we fucked each other, me fucking him first. He insisted I fuck him without lube and bareback.

He was an awesome bottom and an even better top. He would stop by maybe once a week, always while on duty.

My weekend with Clay was awesome and Greg joined us Saturday night after he got off. It was unbelievable.

Clay and I became closer and closer,and Greg was frequently involved in our encounters.

One night, I looked at both of them and said, "Why don't we make things easier and all buy a house together and move in together."

"I can rent mine out," Clay said. Before it was over, we had all agreed on the idea.

We found a house, bought it, and moved in together. It was out on the country and surrounded by woods, so we were free to go nude outside without the fear of being seen.

I found out the redhead cops name was Sean, and he frequently visited us.

Greg, Clay, and I have never really asked each other to be lovers but we each consider the other two as our lovers. We have a great relationship and always vacation together. We each have sex outside the house with others but we are always home with each other every night sharing one huge custom made bed. We've been together almost six years and my meeting Clay was just a chance meeting while with Greg, so it was only right that the three of us be together.

THE END

 

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