Jon and the big blue pickup

Officer Grady and I stood in the shadows watching the big blue pickup roll into sight with only its parking lights on and the purr and growl of the big hemi engine as it crunched through the gravel.  It came to a stop, the engine shut down and the utter still of the night settled back over the park.  After a pause for dramatic effect, the drivers door opened and out came.......not my dweeby neighbor Zack nor his cute, lovable present self.  No, this was a timeless creature of the night, of the darkness.  A chill ran over me as I watched him move toward us, almost gliding rather than walking and a theory I had read came to mind.  It was about the origin stories of vampires.  From a time when writing about man on man sex in the darkness was verboten, the authors settled on the idea of vampires.  Beautiful, dark creatures who cruised through the night seeking to suck the cum/blood of it's victims and turning them into beings like themselves.  All vampire stories are very homo erotic and the stalking theme probably led to the idea of gay men working to "convert" straight men to homosexuality.

But I digress.  As he got closer, he recognized me and gave a delighted smile showing a full set of white teeth.  No sign of his canine teeth being longer or sharper than normal.  "Mr. Martin!!"  His voice was soft and melodious.  "I have been hoping to finally see you here and I hope you aren't here just to enjoy the quiet of the park."

Then he turned to Officer Grady.

"Can't say the same for you, you horndog.  Has Mr. Martin had a chance to enjoy that big Irish cock of yours?  Doesn't anyone at the department ever wonder why you spend so much of your shift 'policing' the park?"

Officer Grady grinned.  "It's my sworn duty to make sure the town is kept safe and the park is so dark at night that who knows what might be going on in the shadows.  Speaking of, I better go see if the town is all safely bye bye in bed.  And you be nice to Mr. Martin.  He's a very valuable and talented citizen which I'm sure you are about to find out."

"You should probably get rid of those Monica Lewinsky stains on  your pant leg.  Apparently Mr. Martin couldn't swallow fast enough and let some jizz dribble out onto your pants."

"A cum cleaning kit is part of our police issue so don't worry about my cum stains."  He chuckled as he got in his Charger and quickly disappeared up the road.  We watched till his tailights were out of sight.

A long silence.  Then he turned to face me and as he did the light from the distant streetlight hit his face and the sheer youthful beauty of it stunned me.

"I have hoped for this since that long ago day when my cat made your dog his bitch.  Do you have any idea how many times I have jacked off imagining you fucking me?  How many times your mouth was getting me off instead of my fleshlight?

"That puts me in a very scary place.  Reality hardly ever lives up to fantasy and your fantasy has been going on for years now."

His soft voice was now tinged with a husky edge.  "I'll take reality any day and I can't wait any longer."  With that he placed one hand behind my head and pulled it down so our lips met and melded.  With his other hand he took my hand and pressed it against the outline of his hard cock under his levis.  "I want you to suck me right now."  His breath was ragged as  his hand let go of mine so he could pop open the fly of his blue jeans.  As he did, his boner fell into my hand and he gasped.  I could tell immediately he had the perfect cock.  Long enough and thick enough to fill your mouth up but not so long and thick that it left you next day with a sore throat and a strained jaw.  Perfect.  The hand behind my head now urged me down and I dropped to my knees and swallowed his luscious cock to the hilt.  My idea of heaven is exactly this moment.  A mouthful of delicious dick fucking my face, the hair on a pair of balls tickling my chin each time I swallowed it to the hilt, and the moans of pleasure I was hearing him utter.  Pure bliss.  But all things come to an end and this end came all too soon.  His fantasy had him so sexed up that reality demanded he unload immediately into my eager mouth.  And unload he did!!  A hard blast first and then wash after wash of sweet cum flooded over my tongue and down my throat.  I don't know what he had been eating but it tasted like heavy cream tinged with orange.  Sort of like the dreamsicle ice cream bars of my childhood.  I wanted to keep his dick in my mouth forever but as it got softer he pulled me to my feet, kissed me and ran his tongue inside my mouth for any lingering bits of his own cum.

"You turned my fantasy to reality and it was all I had hoped it would be.  But this is only the beginning.  I have a lot of fantasies for you to take care of so this could go on for years!"  He whispered in my ear.

"Bring 'em on", I whispered back to him. "I think I still have a lot of years to help turn your fantasies to reality"

As I held him in my arms I felt a peacefullness I hadn't felt in years.

Next:  Jons blueballs get taken care of in "Big Blue Pickup, part 4"