The patrol car was something I happened upon by accident. I lived north of Seattle, near the Skagit River, which was the best salmon fishing source in the northwest. At about 3:30 am I walked to my favorite access, a narrow dirt road that wound down to the river off the main road. There I saw a patrol car idling, headlights on and a cop (deputy) with his back to me, obviously jerking off. I stepped on something that made a noise, startled him and he turned, cock still in hand. I thought he was going to freak so I grabbed my crotch and started working it. He just stared at me, probably considering what to do next. So I took a step forward, unbuttoning my jeans and pulling out my now hard cock and slowly stroking it. He started working his cock again, gave a tilt to his head to signal me over. Once I was up close I was quite pleased, he was older than me, solidly built, about 6'2" with fair blond hair, a thick mustache (early 80's you know), lots of fur poking out over his collar, blue eyes and a nice cock, about 6.5 inches but very thick and a large pair of balls hanging low off his cock. I slowly reached forward, took his cock into hand and gently started stroking it. He closed his eyes and gave a slight gasp. While I worked his cock, I grabbed the base of his sack with my other hand and squeezed - this drove him wild and the precum started flowing. Loving precum, I dropped to my knees and took him down to the back of my throat in one movement and started to work his dick like my life depended on it. Before long he said he was about to shoot and I backed off, keeping a grip on his balls. I didn't know how much to expect from him but I stood up and started working my cock with my free hand until he reached around and roughly grabbed an ass cheek. I half led him over to the hood of the car, bent over, rubbed some spit into my hole and he took it from there, gently entering at first, his cock slobbering precum and making it easier. Once in, he shoved hard until he was balls deep and started thrusting in hard jerks, slapping against my ass and pushing me into the hood. It didn't take long, only 4-5 minutes, before he gave a really low grunting sound and unloaded deep in my ass. Once he pulled out I stood up, realized I had shot across the hood (with no hands), licked it off and turned around when he really surprised me by grabbing the back of my neck, pulling me in and kissing me – passionately, which I returned with great gusto. I started to try to tell him all was okay, I wasn't going to say anything when he told me he ended his shift in a couple of hours and asked if I wanted to meet over coffee. I pointed to the distant light of my barn and told him I lived there and the pot was always on for him, so he belted up and agreed to come over. Which he did. Then he stayed. For 7 years. He is the one in the graveyard story above and was well known for bringing in other cops and firefighters for play, which is how I got into a uniform for the next 15 years. Alas, he was killed on duty, when I was working too. The worst possible ending yet I relish every minute we had and no longer look back with regret or pain.
My relationship with the cop was cut short when he was killed by a drunk driver (I was working at the time, which made it even more traumatic). I sold our place and moved to a new condo in the Greenwood area of Seattle. Like most of the city, everything is built on steep hills. My very first night I was pleasantly surprised when I looked out my dining room window and saw into the bedroom window of the house behind me. There, a very hot, muscular and dark furry chested man with a visibly large cock was fucking a woman like a jackhammer. He was pounding so hard he was actually pushing her off the bed. Normally I don't get into straight porn but I'm a major voyeur and he was an incredible drink of a Greek God, so I was glued to the window with a bottle of lube in one hand. When he got ready to cum, he pulled out and shot his load on the sheets and I was spraying the window along with him.
Almost every night I could look out the dining room and see the two of them fucking away, always the same missionary, always a rough pounding and always pulling out and shooting on the bed. Several times over the next few months I had a buddy over and we were both jerking to the show.
A new pub opened at the end of the block and I decided to give it a try, knock back some beer and shoot pool instead of hitting the same old Capitol Hill (aka Swish Alps) gay bars. I was having a good time, enjoying beating the straight men at pool and darts, when the doors opened and in walked the couple. It was hard not to stare; he was so much better looking up closely (or at least closer). They grabbed a couple of bar stools and ordered a few pints. I went back to my game, intentionally missing a few shots so I'd have a better opportunity to look. After throwing the game I went to the bathroom to take a piss. Mid-stream the door opened and it was Greek man, who walked right up to the urinal next to me, pulled out his thick cock and started to go. I hadn't realized until that moment that he was taller than me by at least 2-inches. He then said, "Hi neighbor," and I nearly pissed on my shoes. Without missing a beat, he asked if I liked the shows he put on and I figured I had nothing to lose and just said "FUCK YEAH!" He asked if I wanted to do more than watch and I told him that I'd do anything with him but really wasn't into sex with women and was told, no problem, she only watches and directs him. I was rock hard at that point, which gave my answer. We finished our beers and walked back to their place.
They led me to "the room" and she sat down in a chair, crossed her legs, lit a cigarette and started barking simple commands. "Take his shirt off." "Lick his pits." "Chew on his nipples." "Pull off his jeans." "Tongue his ass," and such. Finally, she told him he could fuck me and he pushed me down on my back, lifted my legs over his shoulders and stuck the head of his thick, uncut cock against me spit-slickened hole and shoved, brutally, pushing in with one thrust. It hurt like hell and I started to gasp and he did something I never saw him do with his wife; he leaned over and kissed me tenderly, then passionately on the mouth. I quickly got over the pain and grabbed his muscled ass, pulling his powerful thrusts into me even harder. He continued to kiss and pound my hole until he started to grunt. I was ready for him to pull out but instead he slammed in balls deep and started to unload into my guts. Once spent, he bent down, took my cock deep down his throat and proceeded to give me one of the most skilled blow jobs I'd had in a long time. I usually don't cum easily from oral but had no problem shooting a big load down his throat, which he eagerly swallowed, then came back up and kissed me again.
Afterwards he and I decided to go back to the pub; she had a date I learned - with her girlfriend. I learned that they were both very bi and preferred to keep regular partners on the side. She didn't like men to cum in her, which explained his shooting on the sheets. He hated pulling out and said he was especially glad to meet me for that reason. We started regular fuck sessions and I ended up giving him a spare key to my place. It wasn't uncommon for him to show up, let himself in, fuck me off the bed and go home afterwards. It was exactly what I needed without the emotional involvement that I couldn't begin to come near. Our sessions lasted almost a year and a half, until he was transferred to his firm's Dallas offices. A few years back I ran into him while attending a convention and we picked right up where we left off - with my (top) boyfriend. I was one stretched out, sore, jizz packed happy pig that week and even though I'm single again, look forward to our next encounter (he and his wife finally called it quits and he is strictly into men now).
