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A New York Cop Sucks Dick

On the plane ride to my unique vacation —at least that s what the brochure had promised–I thought of what had brought me here. Job stress is something we all face but I was feeling it ran deeper. Life stress pushing 35 seeing dreams passing me by it all seemed to conspire to compel me to this impulsive two week vacation that I wasn t even sure I would like or afford. I wasn t even sure what I d be doing these two weeks but I figured an outdoor adventure away from everything sounded right for me.





The flight to Oregon had given me plenty of time to think about the upcoming days and about my life thus far.



Mid-Town North Precinct in New York City has been my world for the past 16 years ever since completing the police academy and graduating with 400 other athletic short-haired hard-bodied optimistic law lackeys of the 5 boroughs of New York.



I felt so proud that day and knew my family was proud too. Vinny my older brother my dad and my Uncle Bobby are or have been cops in New York. It s in my blood I guess. I just figured this was something I was supposed to do with my life.



When I was 19 and hiking through Europe backpacking and scouting cock my buddies were off at college joining frats and going down on women. I on the other hand wanted my space to explore the world without the scorn derision—or in some cases hatred—that seemed to encompass the gay man s life. I m not an obvious gay guy so I escaped most of the abuse that gays endure. But being a masculine man in a macho home and work environment can be just as inwardly stressful and oppressive.



I was stressed out in high school always fearing that being outed and taunted was just around the corner. The locker room banter usually hailed pussy tits and ass—while denouncing gay people as faggots. I wanted a respite from this stress and I figured those Europeans are good-looking open-minded sexually daring. I was sure to have a blast. I told my parents that Europeans routinely forgo college or work the first year out of high school.



A gap year? What the heck is that? my dad grunted one night when I brought the subject up at the dinner table.



A year of exploration of finding myself growing dad. Europeans are big on that. And it s only one year. I ve saved enough from working at the shop. I had worked Saturdays and 3 nights per week at my Uncle Charles car shop.



Okay Richie. Whatever you want is alright by me you know that.



You re the best dad.



And what am I chopped liver? My mom s gentle admonishment spoke of genuine approval of my upcoming trip and felt great. It was nice to get this support.



I figured that when the year was up I d be going into the police academy which would be like high school sports. I could survive and if it were like basketball I d do more than survive I d be a decorated officer. But until then I wanted to let loose and not just survive. I was going to live! I was going to SUCK COCK.



It was easier than I thought. I think I sucked dick and swallowed semen in just about every city I encountered. Coming from a family of cops you learn how to size people up. Usually it s just a millisecond longer that a guy will ordinarily make eye contact or I ll catch a dude s eyes below my waist for a second. Straight guys just don t do that generally. And spying these clues usually scored me a nice mouthful from an eager hung and masculine stud.



I was in the Netherlands in Amsterdam s red light district just having left a coffee shop where I tried hash for the first time. What a laugh to be able to smoke hash legally in a coffee shop! My buddies at home would be envious. None of us were real dopers in fact we re all fairly aggressive jocks but we like to party too. And I wasn t passing this up an opportunity to toke up without trouble.



After smoking a bit I decided to explore the city further when I spotted a handsome masculine cop standing at a lamppost. This guy got my cock stirring immediately. He wasn t a pretty boy but he was undeniably handsome. I m in to the man s man regular look. I don t want the guy who the girls dream about or the gay guys swoon for. I want a regular guy kind of handsome face who is in reasonable not exaggerated shape athletic. This guy fit that bill and my cock enthusiastically agreed. 5ft 11 about 180lbs of athletic physique. I liked his short-cropped military type hair cut his small round brown eyes and his crisp uniform.



I doubted he was gay but I figured a little chit-chat with him would not hurt anybody. Our eyes met my heart kinda skipped a beat and I said Hey mate. (Do they say mate over here or is that just Australia?) Whatever he nodded back and said Hi. Before I knew it we were talking about the police force in Amsterdam vs. New York American football vs. European and cars too.



It was a voluble conversation and I wondered if he ever had a gay thought. I couldn t see much of any evidence. He did seem to like my manly company but maybe he was just friendly to all. And lots of straight guys enjoyed and admired my company. I didn t notice any of the true signs of gaydom I was trained to spot.



Don t be a cop he offered.



Why not?



It s not like television. It s boring and very frustrating.



Yeah well I can t be any more bored or frustrated than I am generally I countered.



What are you frustrated about? he asked as he offered me a cigarette and I watched his eyes quickly walk all over me. Was this a sign? Not sure.



I took the cigarette (although I rarely smoked) and clasped his hand to hijack the light from his cigarette. I don t know. Life I guess I said as I inhaled.



Life? he scoffed incredulously. What are you 19 20?



19.



Okay so at 19 I can tell you you got nothing to be frustrated about. Nothing except sex.



Oh yeah? I chuckled and warmly looked at him. Not a come-on or intrusive by any means. I just let him know in a masculine way I was amused by him.



I teased: And what do you know about the sex life of a 19 year old you old man.



Aye show some respect or I ll arrest your American arse.



I deferred with a mischievous laugh. Okay man. Hey what s your name anyway mine s Rich. I extended my hand.



He grasped it firmly Matt and his eyes pierced mine. I know plenty about sex. I was 19 you know. Oh I know all about you buddy. I know. He glanced at my belt for a second. Your balls are blue and you re jerking off four times a day right? He laughed. You know I m right. That s your problem Mr. 19. That s your major problem.



I just kept taking his masculine vision into my senses. I was hoping he didn t notice but I was getting hard. My pants were dark though. Maybe he didn t notice my hard-on when he glanced down at me. I don t need to be called a faggot by an out of the country cop.



Well how old are you? You re not much older than me I bet.



30 he answered proudly commandingly.



So that ain t old my Netherlands friend. I playfully punched his arm.



Hey you know you just assaulted an officer of the law?



I am the law. I come from a family of cops. I get to do what I want. I laughed and his eyes did as well.



He then turned and walked towards his car motioning me. His ass was so hot and strong as its muscles bulged his slacks. I liked his firm walk. I followed eagerly.



When he got to his car I started: Nice car man.



Gets me around. Want to see for yourself?



Yeah sure I said as I enthusiastically climbed into the passenger seat. Matt got in the driver s seat and showed me the equipment the radio ammunition explaining every last detail about the engine too. I listened to him with a raging purple-headed monster swelling in my Levi s dark-blue faded jeans.



It reminded me of being in basketball practice and listening to our coach. I would get seriously off on Coach Leeds ( The Stud the girls would call him) instruction his gestures with his veinous forearms and compact masculine hands. The bulge in his shorts the firm built calves and thighs. The lean and defined chest with the slight hair peering over the opened Polo shirt. The pencil behind the masculine ear where the slightest of gray hair mixed with his military-cut. I would drip with excitement as I d sneak a peak at his crotch. I d pretend to be listening but all I really was doing was visualizing getting plowed on the shower floor sucking the coach fucking him up the ass. Matt was no different. I didn t want to be obvious but this magnetic pull towards him was overpowering.



I ll bet this gets a lot of speed eh? I guess I was hoping he d offer to take me for a ride.



He obliged and I and my cock were thrilled.



Within 10 minutes we were in the countryside and Matt parked atop a stone bridge along a stream surrounded by rolling hills of farmland. It was funny how quickly we got out of the city. The view was spectacular of the distant city lights and the moonless evening sky. Let s check out the view man he said as he opened his door and exited into the night.



I followed him out at my door Hey aren t you on duty? I asked with some incredulity.



Nope I ve been off-duty for 3 hours.



I thought you were patrolling that whore street.



Matt just looked at me with those piercing eyes and after a beat or two his voice lowered somewhat. I was patrolling… He was leaning against the bridge s stone parapet facing me. His weight was on his left boot bringing his bulging prick hanging to the right a most likely 7 inch package to be envied and respected. I glanced at it for a millisecond. I think he saw me too. I think I knew he would. I think I wanted him to and that s why I looked at it when I knew his eyes were on mine. He paused a moment and his voice lowered further I was patrolling but not for cop duty.



Whatdya mean? My heart pounded with excitement.



I was looking for America. His eyes stayed with mine.



What??? I exclaimed as if I hadn t heard correctly and started to breathe heavily.



Come on man as he placed his hand gently on his belt buckle. He kept his gaze upon me as he gently almost imperceptibly moved his fingers across his buckle. It appeared that he was just gently holding his buckle. He then started with a mischievous grin. I gulped 3 times in rapid succession. Matt slowly unbuttoned his holster and pants belt. My Adam s apple spasmed again.



Suck my cock he commanded as he let his holster and pants drop to the pavement. His intense gaze in the dark stayed at me. Don t have the hang-ups that so many of you Americans have.



I just stammered I…I…



He continued disrobing pulling off his shirt. Fuck the hang-ups man. He was looking over the bridge now philosophizing to the city. You re not 20 you don t have the balls yet to be bold. I m 30. I know what I want. And I m not afraid to say it. Then he turned back to me staring stoically.



He had a great upper body. Lean and masculine. Firm taut. No gym queen just a nice piece of defined meat. I got seriously excited at the thin trail of dark brown hair coming up from his shorts to his chest. And I ll tell you another thing he continued if you don t suck my cock you ll regret it later. You will jerk off 20 years from now reliving this night kicking yourself for not tasting what was offered.



I thought about what he was saying. Of course I wanted to suck him. It s what I came here for. I was just so stunned because I didn t think he was gay. Do me man. You know you want to.



Here I was next to my fantasy—and he wanted me to suck his cock! His bulging member was breaking through his white BVD s. I saw a cream stain by the fly as his fingers slipped into the elastic waist and pulled them down. He stepped away from his crisp uniform pants and damp underwear. His uniform shirt undershirt and socks were off now as well. Stark naked now. I was in awe of this man. His engorged head surrounded by an intense wild dark bush looked menacing unnerving. And yet it called me. It called every taste bud on my tongue.



I remembered why I came overseas. I was not about to let this hot opportunity escape me. I got on my knees and grasped his tight muscular ass with each hand. My mouth immediately went to work licking salivating kissing serving.



I got my lips as rounded as possible. I learned if I made my lips protrude forward like I was exhaling a smoke ring off a joint then it was ripe for the guy s satisfaction. No teeth just wet sluiced up satisfaction. The dudes always groaned for it and I would groan myself as I would try and get my nose to touch his belly button while his manhood penetrated the back of my esophagus. I twisted my face and pushed it down and then up while swirling my tongue all over his excited member.



After awhile I took one hand and cradled his ball sack. Gently softly I massaged his balls. I learned too if I moved my fingertips ever so slightly along the ball skin the guy would be beside himself. I licked slurped tongued that shaft while tantalizing his ball sack with the slightest of touch. I even went further to his back door. Ever so gently touching just barely his entrance.



I knew I was doing it right. He was groaning Ohhhhhh yyyyyes fuck man you can sock cock. He started pumping his cock into my throat softly Ahhhhhh aahhhhhh ahhhhhh yeah American boy suck that cock son. Suck me. Oh FUCK you can SUCK.



I continued teasing his balls and asshole with my fingertips and taking special care to keep the lip action focused on the head the most sensitive and explosive part of the cock.



I got aggressive with my tongue and visualized beating his cock head with my tongue. This fury translated into intense satisfaction for both of us. After blowing people this way they come back for more I would learn over the years.



Where do you want it man? he asked as I continued my tongue bath of his member.



I kept my face working him. That was my answer.



Here it comes man oh yeah oh fuck YEAHHHHHHHH. He unloaded and I felt the spray assault my mouth. five spasms of hot flowing delicious salty oceanic brine.



My mouth almost overflowed before I took him into me. His tasty seed slid down my throat. Man I love the Netherlands!



Ladies and Gentleman please buckle your seatbelts as we prepare for landing the automated voice instructed. I was excited not just sexually from my memories of sucking cock in Europe but of the prospect of having a really unique fun time at this vacation. Upon retrieving my luggage at the carousel I rode the escalator upstairs wondering what I was in for when I spotted my name on a sign held by my driver. This driver was smiling at me piercing dark eyes beautiful teeth rugged face and strong physique. When his eyes glanced at my luggage for a second I quickly took in the handsome visage to the right of his fly. I sprang to life.



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