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HAPPY PRIDE MONTH

Well we were getting pretty high on some decent ganja when the flashlights were flashed in our eyes. Shit! Standing there was officer Mackintosh and I couldn’t help but think of how his name was like the apple and I couldn’t stop giggling. Even when he radioed into the chief, who just happened to be my dad.

Needless to say we were hauled into county lockup as dad ran a tight precinct and the officers followed every letter of the law. That and the fact he was a fucking hard ass on them like he was on me.

Three hours later I was released to him and I could see the steam rising out of his ears. I knew I was in trouble. When he got me home he sent me to my room like I was a teenager, which technically I was, just not a minor any more. I could hear him and mom arguing downstairs for a few minutes before he stomped upstairs and threw my bedroom door open.

He told me I had fucked up big time. Because of my dumb ass, he might not get his raise because they consider family activity as part of his keeping moral turpitude requirement of his job. As such I was grounded for the next month. I went to work and came home. That was it. No movies. No shopping, and no hanging out with my buds. Especially that one.

I was really bummed but I knew better than to argue with him about this. When he got this mad I could find my ass out on the street and I didn’t have a single place to go. So I just lowered my head and replied with a “yes, Sir”.

This sucked big time as my buddy, Rick, and I had planned to go to this show coming to the arena. Was an amazing WWE event and had about every headliner in it. We had bought tickets for it two months ago when the show was announced and now I couldn’t go.

I called Rick the next day and let him know what happened and that I couldn’t go to the show. I asked if he could find someone to buy my ticket and he said he wasn’t going to the event with a fucking stranger, or worse yet, one of those losers from school. I’ll be over tonight to have a talk with your dad. I’m sure I could talk him into allowing you this one time pardon. I told him that he didn’t see how mad dad was.

He asked when would be a good time and I said that Mom was out of town for a few days since they had a major argument over how he treated me and as such the place was just me and him. He got off his shift around five so I’d give him an hour to unwind and maybe have a drink to take the tensions from the day.

I got home at four and just headed to my room, figuring I’d stay out of the equation. I knew Rick was a smooth talker ever since he managed to convince Coach Dawson that he wasnt able to be active in gym class doing all those calisthenics and such because he’d be too busy taking care of his healthy cock instead. Sucking dick and doing squats over the coach’s bulging crotch were equivalent to the exercises, weren’t they?

The bastard was gifted with a golden tongue, which wrapped around more than a few cocks in our high school. Yeah, he was gay. So was I, but I could never come out with Sargent Dad watching me like a hawk. Rick also had a powerhouse full of confidence. If anyone could sweet talk dad into letting me go to the show, it would be him.

Ten after five I heard the back door slam as dad announced he was home. He’d been in a bad mood for a week before my escapade because Mom had been giving him any and her being gone just aggravated his anger more. I heard him throw an ice cube in a glass and then the familiar rattling as he uncapped his decanter of whiskey and poured himself a stiff drink.

Good. Maybe he’ll mellow out a bit by the time Rick gets here. I stayed in my room and listened to him as he turned on the tv and watched the news. At a quarter after six, the front doorbell rang. Showtime!

I got quiet again as I heard him answer the door and then the mellow tones of Rick at the door. Dad gruffly informed him that I wasn’t allowed to have visitors as I was grounded. Rick countered with a conciliatory agreement and then said that that was kind of why he was here. He wanted to talk to the man in charge.

There was a pause before dad replied that he’d listen for five minutes to his plea and unless it was good he was throwing him out on his skinny ass. A curt “deal” began the talk.

As they settled in the living room, I could hear Rick relate about the expensive tickets that we had already purchased for this wrestling event and talked about how excited he was to see these guys live on stage. Then he asked if Dad had ever seen a wrestling event? Dad just grunted something before Rick added that he looked a bit tired. I bet you really deal with a lot of stress as a police chief. Dad muttered that he fucking did before taking a drink.

Rick added that the glass was empty, was it the whiskey? Before dad replied I heard the stopper scrape as it was removed and more drink was added to his glass. He added that that he bet that dad was missing my mom to come do that for him.

Dad snorted and said that even if she were here she wouldn’t be refilling my drink. Hell she barely notices anything about me. Rick gasped and said that he couldn’t believe that. Not notice how your muscles fill out this uniform or the way the pants hug your amazing ass? Who does she think you put such an effort for?

Dad grunted as Rick continued. I bet you haven’t had a chest massage in years! Then I could just imagine him behind dad’s chair with his fingers massaging his chest. I know Rick has been wanting to do this for the longest time, ever since he saw Dad walking around without a shirt on. He’s a fucking slut about built older guys.

I was expecting to hear dad tell him to get back to his spiel but instead I heard him groan under Rick’s hands. Son of a bitch!

My buddy was scoring in his effort to sweet talk dad into letting me go.

A minute or so of silence was followed by Rick saying that he could do a better job if dad would remove that uniform shirt. It looks amazing on you but I can do so much more if my bare hands made connections.

I could hear dad taking off his shirt and a gasp from Rick as he stated that he didn’t realize just how manly he looked. Then he added that he hoped he got just half as sexy as you are. Dad ate the adoration up as he took his seat again.

I heard Rick ask him to pop the guns and a low squeal confirmed that dad did it. I could hear dad moaning even more now as my friend was undoubtedly stretching his reach further across Dad’s chest aiming for his crotch.

Rick added that Coach Dawson taught him how to apply just the right touch to release the tension across the stomach muscles. Dad replied that Don told him that you gave some of the best fucking head he’s ever had.

Rick went silent then asked dad what he thought about that?

Dad replied that he never took someone else’s word on anything. I need to make my own determination. Then I heard a rough growl of a zipper being forced open. Dad simply told Rick to get his talented mouth busy doing what I’ve heard you’re so good at.

A lot of movement followed by a sound of something solid hitting the floor. Then a low contented sigh as the slurping sounds began. Son of a bitch, my buddy was blowing my old man.

Dad spoke and said that he needed to strip out of his uniform as it was the only clean one he had and he had to work tomorrow. Then he got out of his chair and I could hear him and Rick both stripping in the living room. Dad hollered up to me and asked if I had eaten?

I hollered down that I hadn’t yet. Thought we could order pizza maybe?

Dad said that it would be much later at this point. I’m having a private discussion with your friend and if you want your plan to be released to go to the show to succeed I suggest you remain in your room.

I just said ok as I heard him reclaim his throne. Then he told Rick to get to work convincing me, bitch!

I learned from Rick later that he used every trick he knew to make my dad cum in his mouth. He licked the head while stroking him with a tight fist, he gave tight suction on just the head, licked and sucked each of Dad’s heavy balls but it was when he did his deep throat work, taking my dad’s thick cock all the way inside his mouth when dad went apeshit. Seems my old man loves to see a pair of longing eyes staring up at him while his cock is buried deep in the cocksucker’s throat.

It was then that I heard dad start cussing, low at first then gaining volume as Rick was running his tongue on the underside of his pulsating shaft while his fingers tickled his hairy scrotum. I heard the sound of gagging as dad stood up and commandeered complete control and face fucked my buddy. He hollered something, I couldn’t decipher it, but it must have meant swallow it all faggot because he was coming in my buddy’s mouth.

The ruckus continued for another minute before I heard dad sit back down in his chair. I was amazed what had just happened. I’d heard that cops were busy fucking everything that moved, but I just never considered my dad as one of them. Turns out I was selling him short. As the slurping continued from what I imagined was Rick cleaning up the stray mess along with the final dribbles of semen before I heard dad tell him to raise that twink ass up and let Daddy have a gander.

Then the sound of Rick moaning wafted up the stairs. What the hell?

Dad said with an authoritative tone that this nice ass needs to be inspected for any contraband. You got anything up there you want to tell me about, boy?

A frightened voice replied with a “no, Sir”. Dad then replied that he already knew that I never accept someone else’s opinion. I gotta check for myself. Spread those legs, NOW!

The order barked like it had been had the desired effect as Rick fell forward away from dad but not before he wrapped his strong hairy arms around Rick’s waist. I heard Dad chuckle before a steady lapping noise began. When Rick began moaning in pleasure I realized that Dad was eating out his hole. The groaning rose in pitch as Dad continued rimming my friend in our living room. After about ten minutes of this, I heard Dad tell Rick to kneel across the coffee table as it was time for him to feel what being fucked by a real man is like.

I heard a groan followed by a growl by dad telling him to relax or it’s gonna fucking hurt like a battering ram, because I’m coming in, bitch!

A rapid succession of gutteral moans followed as Dad must have been rabbit punching his way into Rick’s hole. I heard hand slaps against naked ass cheeks as Dad entered my buddy’s ass canal. Finally I heard Dad tell Rick that he was all in. You like that baby?

Rick just made a moan as I heard Dad’s sweaty chest collapse atop Rick’s back. I was furiously jerking off now imagining what was happening in my living room. Might have to rename it the fucking room….

I was brought back to reality when I heard Rick cry out for Dad not to pull out. Dad told him to be a fucking man because he was going to fuck him. I could hear the wood creaking beneath them as Dad began his assault on Rick’s tight ass. I knew it was tight because Dad kept moaning that it was the tightest sweetest ass he’d ever fucked. I must be bigger than Don. Am I, boy?

Rick moaned a definite yes. Much bigger Daddy!

That earned a growl from Dad as the slapping sound began as Dad started hammering Rick’s backside. As his hips met the full ass cheeks another slap was made. Dad asked Rick who owned this tight ass? Rick replied with a breathy “You, Daddy”

A growl followed by the silence as Dad pulled out and made Rick turn over on his back. He slid back in Rick after placing my buddy’s feet on each shoulder. I heard the kisses as Dad continued to pump my friend’s ass. Rick was having his usual success. The grunting from both of them filled the air as they made love on the coffee table. I heard Rick begin to moan in a higher voice crying out that he was going to cum. He got out I’m cu… before he went silent then a loud grunting noise in a series of pulses which told me he was shooting his load. Dad followed up with a loud “I’m coming, babe, gonna fucking breed you!!! Here…It….Comes….”.

The house went silent after the cacophony of the sex symphony blared from the living room. I quietly finished my own load and disposed of it in some tissues and rolled over on my bed. A few minutes later I heard feet on the steps and dad was at my door.

He informed me that he thought about it and he couldn’t see wasting good money on tickets that were already purchased. In my mind I did a fist pump. Then he added that maybe I could take my mom to it. I asked why when my buddy Rick and I were going?

I hadn't seen most of my buds in quite a while since me and Jack hooked up at a Christmas party I got looked into going to. Turns out there was someone special waiting under the mistletoe. A gorgeous curly headed twink with a thing for firemen. I had just the hose for him. 😁

Since then we dated and now he spends his free time at my place, usually snuggled up against me under my covers. Boy can he suck a dick and I love how he gives this little grunt every time I poke his ass with my love prod. I can easily see myself settling down with him, even though I'm ten years older than him.

Anyway, it was nine thirty and I wanted pancakes. So after my shower and combing my hair into a controlled chaos look I headed out to IHOP and got seated. I didn't see anyone I knew, but that was okay, I was there to eat, not socialize.

As I was perusing my menu I suddenly hear this gruff voice ask me if I had my license to be ordering food in my own. I turned around to see Sean Gregory, a buddy of mine from high school. While I became a fireman, he went into law enforcement. He looked good in his uniform with that broad smile above his even broader chest with that same twinkle in his eye which told me he was up to no good.

I invited him to sit, which he quickly did and began checking out his own menu. Damn he still looked good! I would've liked to have been cavity searched by him, but now that I found Jack that was off my to-do list. We talked a bit, catching up on what was going on in each other's life.

I told him about the remodel at the firehouse and the talk about the upgrade to our trucks that was being discussed. Then we discussed the last major fire, down at the woodworking complex that took us almost two hours to finally get under control.

He just raised his eye brows as he acknowledged the work. Then he told me about the newest beat he had been assigned. They'd been getting complaints about the fags harassing the customers at various businesses but they seemed to be centered around the DIY complex on Webster Dr.

Webster? That's the locale of the Home Depot Jack works at. Funny he hadn't mentioned anything. So I asked Sean what he was doing?

He replied that at first he had gone in undercover as a normal everyday customer and checked for the signs we'd been told about. The graffiti and loiterers as well as the actual homosexual activity. It was very eye opening !!

I bet it was, I thought to myself. I asked if he had found anything? He gave me a grin before sliding his phone out of his shirt pocket. Hell, he said, before I had been there off and on for a week, I had gotten three blowjobs and two offers to ride my hog in the parking lot behind the parked trucks. And get this, the majority of it came from the employees.

What the fuck? I hadn't shared that I was seeing a guy who worked in the unloading department but I was becoming very interested in his story.

Sean then swiped his phone as he pulled up pics of guys who were busy sucking on his knob. First was a skinny guy with a big nose and a very big mouth. Next was a chubby red head who was busy holding the base of his big cock while he was licking his thick cock. But the piece de resistance was the curly headed twink who had his nose mashed against his dark brown curls. It was Jack.

I just groaned when I saw my baby with his mouth full of cop cock. Only he didn't know it was cop cock. To him it was just stud. But he shouldn't be stretching his lips around anyone's but mine. But somehow, my rod was beginning to harden as I took this in.

Sean just grinned as he said that it pays to keep in shape. You find all kinds of folks who want to climb on your frame. That last one has blown me in the restroom, an employee break room and inside a delivery truck while the driver was getting his paperwork signed. He actually caught us and ended up fucking the little slut while I came down his throat.

Heh heh, I told the captain that I hadn't actually witnessed anything, but I would continue doing patrols in the area for the time being. I made a walk through last week in uniform and you should've seen the big eyes when they saw me in uniform. Never saw so many guys run and hide! Hell, I don't mind. I love getting the admiration of my body. If the authority helps, then it goes in the win column.

I have plans today to do a stop by today. The cutie with the curls said he goes on lunch break at a quarter past noon and he wants to ride my dick for the full thirty minutes. I have a feeling he's gonna be written up for taking too long of a lunch break. Daddy here is feeling glad he had his Wheaties.

I asked him if he was still seeing that cheerleader, Brittany and he replied that he got tired of all her games. I've always been a bit bi and since having these fags paying attention to my tool, it's a lot less hassle and fucking tons cheaper.

Then he asked me if I was seeing anyone. I grinned to myself and said that I had found a special someone who never ends in surprising me. In fact I've just recently discovered I seem to have a cuckold fetish that I am now exploring. Seeing another man providing pleasure seems to be a real turn on. I suppose you run into this a lot as a cop.

Well, cops are a common fantasy source, bud, but you'd be surprised at what sort of shit we get involved in. That's kind of why I'm focusing on gays more. They seem to have it all together. Once they find someone they become settled for life. Might just see about this fellow at the Depot. Could handle a little security in my life.

Cmon man, then he showed me close up of jacks face with his cock sticking out of his mouth while his wide eyed stare begged innocence. How could you think anything bad of a face like that? My boner throbbed below the table as I saw Jack with another man's cock in his mouth, staring into the camera. I guess you're right. Bet you nutted a ton with those eyes staring back up at you.