An Unexpected Interruption
I took a look in the bathroom mirror and realized I was smiling. And I felt GOOD. My heart was fluttering, my dick was still thick even though I’d just tossed a load, and the big security guard’s load was swimming inside me.
Feeling a little more refreshed, I quietly came out of the bathroom and tiptoed into the bedroom.
Wade was still lying on his back, one giant hand laying across his mountainous hairy pecs as the other arm was bent under his head. He was still naked, not having moved, save for the wool socks still on his big feet hanging off the end of the bed. His eyes were closed as I moved around the bed, and then I heard the deep breathing and realized he might be sleeping.
He was after all, just coming off a night shift, and had waited for me outside of my exam. I let my eyes trail over his sleeping body, watching his flat stomach rising slightly with each deep breath. His thumb and finger were twitching on top of his chest, his thumb trapped in the cavern between his pecs jerking as he drifted into a deeper sleep.
I moved around the bed, staring at the way his leg looked, how big it was, like the width of my body, and the curves that outlined the muscles on it, covered in a faint dusting of hair and sharp lines of veins that highlighted his strength. I pulled at the duvet to the side and gently covered it over his body, hiding that big uncut cock of his resting against his leg, still glistening in his own cum. Part of me wanted to suck it again, wake him up and just ride him, but the big man needed some sleep.
I found his long sleeve tight fitting sweater he had discarded on the floor and slipped it over my head, finding it not so tight fitting on me. It hung down, and I pushed up the sleeves, and then stepped into his blue striped boxers which stirred something deep inside me. This was the weirdest thing, and the most intimate thing I had done up to this point. But something about sliding into his clothes, that he’d worn all night, still smelling like him, made it feel right.
I breathed in the cotton material of the shirt and smelled him, along with a hint of soapy fresh something, and a musky fragrant that was his cologne. His boxers barely fit me, but thankfully the elastic band clung to my waist enough that they weren’t going to slide down. Barefoot I tiptoed out of the sleeping giant’s bedroom and closed the door quietly behind me.
To be in someone’s house you barely knew was one thing: to be snooping around was another. At first I found a glass and poured some water from the tap, before I hunted around his fridge to find something to snack on. With some crackers from the cupboard, and a couple slices of cheese, I wandered into the living room and sat down.
His place was nicely decorated, simple and manly, with a few pictures hung up around the place. One sofa, two chairs, a cool looking wooden coffee table, and some lamps in the corners. The place wasn’t huge, just a simple one floor plan. And for a moment, I had a glimpse of what it would be like to be here more.
I moved over to the dining area off the kitchen where there were some pictures hanging, one of two kids posing together in what looked like a Sears portrait. Two boys, one older than the other. The older boy looked to be about 10 and the other maybe 1 or 2. Both had the same blue eyes, and as I studied it closer, I think it was Wade as the older kid: same eyes, same smile, same jaw even for a kid. He was a cute kid, and his younger brother looked a lot like him.
There were no other pictures up of people, just art. So I started hunting around bookshelves for any hint of his family. I was even surprised there weren’t any of his friends up, cop buddies, fishing trips or stuff like that but nothing.
I should be studying, I thought to myself, thinking about the two exams I still had to write this week. Instead, I pulled a book from his bookshelf called “The Job: True Tales from the Life of a New York City Cop” and sat myself down in my oversized clothes on his couch.
After an hour I got a coffee.
In another hour, with the deep sounds of my passed out muscled beast coming from down the hall, I explored further, into the spare bedroom. This room seemed to be the least put together, with a bookshelf full of stacked books and papers, photo albums shoved in the cupboard, and boxes piled in the corners of things still to unpack. There were dumbbells with 50lbs of weight that I attempted to curl unsuccessfully and another couch which I sat on with one photo album I pulled off the shelf from the top of the pile.
It was pics of his days as a cop, starting with the same picture he showed me, with the date written from ten years ago as his graduation from the academy. Handsome more now I thought to myself as I looked at the 28-year-old version of this stud.
There were a few other pictures on the pages of similar photos of others, lots of women, a few other mean looking guys, and then I noticed one of a guy that kind of looked like me. He kept appearing in photos, some with just the two of them. I flipped the page to see them standing in a pair of shorts by a lake, arms around each other, Wade taller than the other guy, with his short dark brown hair and light blue eyes, similar build as me. I squinted at him, wondering if this was the brother from the picture.
But when I flipped to the next page, there they were in police uniforms together, and hand written under the one picture of them leaning on a police cruiser was “Partners.”
Huh, I thought as I studied it carefully This must be the asshole partner Brayden that flipped out on him. They looked happy as ever in all the pictures.
I looked at the stack of photo albums and wondered if I should snoop some more. But just as I wondered, I stood up and knocked into the box which made a loud noise and I suddenly stopped in fear that I woke up the beast in the next room.
I heard a deep inhale and figured he was up, so I carefully treaded back out of the spare room and quietly opened the door and peered into the bright room.
Wade was sitting up in bed, looking sexy as hell with his slightly disheveled hair and confused look. The duvet was around his waist, his upper body looking rather magnificent in the light as he took a big fist and rubbed at his one eye and let out a big wide yawn.
I watched him for a moment, watching the way his shoulder muscle moved, the size of his forearm and the way it tensed, and the size of his bicep as he dug his fist into his eyeball. With a loud exhale he opened up those blue eyes and immediately smiled at me standing in the doorway.
“Did I fuckin’ fall asleep?” He said with a groggy voice.
I nodded and he gave me a sad look.
“I’m sorry.” He groaned and leaned forward, stretching out his back, reaching out playfully to me. “C’mere.”
As I stepped in he saw me in his shirt and the hint of his boxers underneath.
He gave a low rumble of approval as I reached for his hand. “That looks very nice on you.” He leaned backwards, pulling me onto the bed, and on top of him. “But I think it’ll look even better off of you.” He pulled at it and with one quick tug, his sweater was off me and I was curling into his naked body again, his socked feet pulling my legs into him as he swooped the duvet cover over us both.
He gave the top of my head a peck and curled his arm around me.
“How long was I out?”
I breathed him in, his scent and the smell of sex still on him as I nuzzled into his hairy chest. “Couple hours.”
“What!?” He turned sideways, pulling me in closer and moved his hand to my face. “I’m so sorry!”
I shook my head. “It’s all good, I didn’t mind.”
But he shook his head. “No it’s not! You’ve got exams, and I fuckin’ flaked out.”
I put a finger to his lips to shush him. “You came off a night shift. I should be the one apologizing!! I just woke you up by accident.”
“And good thing you did!” He raised his eyes and then slid his hand right into my backside, grabbing my bare ass with the ample space his boxers allowed on me. “Cause I think I need to fuck you again and get you back to the books before I pass out again!”
I groaned into him, feeling his finger sliding between me, finding my hole and gently rubbing it as he moved his lips to kiss me. His other hand pulled me on him as he rolled back onto his back, and I straddled his waist, his hand still down the waist of his boxers. On him, his hand reached into the slit of the boxers and found my cock hard again for him, eliciting a grin from him. Then he slid down, moving my body up towards his face, and he guided me to feed my cock through the slit of the borrowed boxers into his lips.
I moaned and grabbed the headboard, watching him take it, closing his eyes, making sounds of pleasure as he sucked me back. He slid his hand out of my ass and his fingers met in the middle of the slit, pulling my entire cock out of the hole, balls and all. He sucked me expertly, deep throating me, encouraging me to push myself into his face so his nose was squished against me as if he wanted to suck back my entire body.
And then his fingers were tearing at the slit and I heard the material of the boxers rip. I laughed out, looking down in shock as he continued to rip them off, my cock still buried in his mouth, his eyes open and staring up at me. He ripped them sideways, tearing at the material the waist back still around me but my ass now free from the confines of the leg hole. He moaned and slid a hand around my naked butt to my hole again and then moved to sit up.
With a wicked grin he laid me back on the bed as he loomed over me, spitting into his hand and kicking off the duvet with his socked foot. But before he could move his left leg from me, I grabbed at the sock and peeled it down to his heel.
“Take them off.” I said as he watched me with hunger.
He pushed me back, leaving the torn underwear hanging on me by the waistband and stood up on the bed over me, his cock hard and sticking out, and put a hand on the ceiling to steady himself. With the other, he lifted each foot and removed his socks, one at a time, slowly, until the was now completely naked over me.
“Happy?” he grinned down at me.
I nodded and watched him bend his knees to return to me, lifting my ass easily and folding me in half so his mouth could attack my entrance.
I squealed, and grabbed my legs to hold myself back, feeling like a pretzel in his bed as his eyes glared up at me as his tongue rimmed and sunk into my already cum filled hole. With a lip-smacking sound, he came back up, licking me from bottom to the top of my cock and spit into his hand and slid a finger into me as he watched.
“I would have loved to wake up to seeing you riding my cock.” He whispered, twisting his middle finger in me and making me groan.
“Next time.” I grinned, pulling my legs together.
He nodded, “Fuckin’ right next time.” He growled and moved his knees to either side of my body and slapped his hard cock on my leg before he spit into my hole and lined it up.
He used his thumb and the head of his cock to aim, and as soon as he knew he found the spot, he leaned forward and pushed himself all the way into me slowly without stopping until his hips met mine. His eyes watched me the entire time until he lowered himself over me, slid his arms under me and cradled my body into his arms and held me tight, digging himself even further up into me and forcing a groan out of me before he kissed me passionately.
“Now,” he left his mouth hanging over mine, our noses touching, our eyes inches apart, “I’m going to make love to you so slowly you’re going to be begging me to cum in you again.”
I didn’t get to answer or protest as his mouth covered mine again and his tongue slid into my mouth, muffling all sounds as his giant body began to slowly and sensually begin its movements.
He never stopped. He never let go. He never stopped kissing me. He just held me, fucked me, moaned with me, and stared at me, watching me, as if I was the most fascinating thing ever.
I was a ball of sweat under him. He was powerful but gentle, passionate but hungry, and his cock felt so good sliding in and out of me. He liked fucking me in this position, over me, watching me, owning me. And I LOVED having him over me. My mind focused on him, and how amazing this was, how a man, a former cop, who was out and open and free, wanted me, a university student.
I could get used to this.
I could fall for this guy.
This is what I’ve always wanted.
“Oh my God Wade!” I moaned, grabbing his neck and kissing him so passionately I saw his eyes widen.
“Yeah? You like my cock?” He groaned over me, keeping up his rhythm, panting a bit more as sweat dripped from his face.
“I love your cock!” I moaned. “Fuck me Wade! Harder!”
“Is this you beggin’?” He grunted, looking down into my eyes.
I nodded, tossing my head from side to side. “Yes PLEASE! Cum in me!”
I saw him bite his upper lip and he moved his legs wider around me, and pulled me into him, stabbing my insides further and lifted my ass up off the bed in his hands. His biceps bulged as he held me above the bed, my shoulders plastered into the mattress near the bottom of the bed and he fucked me hard alright. So hard my face went numb and I closed my eyes, moving my hands to grab his pecs and just kept repeating YES over and over again.
I grunted as my body started to shake. I let out a low moan as I started to shudder. And then I was full on groaning out louder than ever as I felt my cum slowly bubbling up through my dick until it exploded out of me from the way he was fucking me. I grabbed the sheets, pulling them loose from the bed as he pounded me nonstop, ignoring the shooting cum from my dick and just kept on going.
“Yeah baby. Look at what my cock did to you. You do love it don’t you!” He grunted, his face now serious and concentrating.
“Don’t stop!” I moaned, pushing my body into him, staring at the size of his biceps as he held me up off the bed. I watched his head fall back a bit and the thickness of his neck as I grabbed at his hairy chest again.
“Holy fuck B!” He yelled. “You want it? Eh? You want it again? You want my love baby?!” He yelled and then looked down at me and slammed his body into me so hard I felt more drops fly out of my cock as he began to unload inside me.
My mouth gaped open as he shook and then rammed into me again, slapping my body with his, shoving more of his cock so far deep into me I grunted.
“That’s it!” He moaned out, staring down at me. “Take my fuckin’ love B!” He roared it this time, and then grabbed my neck and leaned over me to kiss me, hard, hungrily, as his body rocked a bit and he shuddered over me.
“You feel so fuckin’ good.” He moaned before his mouth slid down my sweaty neck into my ear and he let the weight of himself cover me.
I slid my legs around his body and my arms, and held him tight. The width of him, the feel of him, the solidness of him over me, still within me, made me moan into his ear, biting on it. There were things that were swimming through my head, and as I was on the verge of saying them, the doorbell rang, followed by a pounding on his front door.
Wade’s head popped up in shock, and he made a face and rolled his eyes.
“You expecting anyone else?” I laughed quietly as he let out a long sigh, propping himself up on one hand, pulling his sweaty body off mine.
Just as he was about to speak, I heard more banging, and the sound of a man’s voice outside. “I know you’re in there Wade! Come on, let me in.”
Wade froze over me for a heartbeat as I tried to read him, the smile on my face slowly fading as I saw the look of anger flash over his. He pushed himself off me and the bed quickly, yanking his cock from my walls in a shocking moment and he literally leapt off the bed loudly, his bare feet landing on the floor as he looked around for what I assumed was clothing.
I looked down at the torn boxers, and pushed the waistband down over my leaking ass. Wade held up a big hand to me. “Just…stay there.”
He went to his dresser and pulled a drawer open, grabbing a pair of white Jockeys and stepped his big feet and legs into them, jumping into the air as he pulled them up over his cock and to his waist.
The pounding continued and the man outside gave another attempt. “I know you’re home. You’re Jeep is in the driveway.”
I suddenly felt like I was being caught in something, the way he was moving so fast, flinging the door closed to grab a plaid housecoat hanging on the back and slipped his arms into it, bringing it over his shoulders and closing it around his glorious body.
“I’ll get rid of him. Keep it warm for me.” He winked and he went out of the bedroom, carefully closing the door behind him.
I tried to look out the window but couldn’t see the front door, but could kind of hear more when I went to the door and opened it a tad.
“I told you I didn’t want to talk.” I heard Wade say. I could see his shadow, probably blocking the doorway. Who was this mysterious caller? I wondered in my head.
“Please!” the other man’s voice was louder. “I told you I’m a mess. I’m not going back until we talk.”
His voice was desperate, deep. I was tempted to sneak out to get a look, but realized I was naked.
I heard Wade sigh, and wondered what he thought of me right now, in his bedroom, perhaps a rather inconvenient problem.
“Well, I’m not alone at the moment, so I’m not letting you in.”
There was a silence, as I pictured the other man taking in Wade’s half-dressed state. And then I heard a softer “Oh.”
“So, I’m not sure what we would really have to talk about.” Wade’s voice was firmer, seeming to gain some control.
“Someone new? You never mentioned anyone before. I thought you weren’t seeing ANYONE!” the last part he yelled.
“I don’t need to mention anyone to you Brayden.”
I froze, hearing the name. His old partner and former best friend Brayden, from BC?
“But I love you Wade. I don’t know how many different ways to say I’m sorry. But I AM! I’m sorry! I was scared! But I miss you!!” Brayden’s voice waivered, and there was a long moment of silence.
I strained to hear what was going on, but no one was talking or making a sound. No one was moving.
Not even me.
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