cop sex

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  1. houtx48

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    Back in the day when I was a youngster, nineteen, I lived next to a member of the Houston Police Dept. who was in my eyes an older man, around thirty. Without getting all wound up in this; we ended up having sex and to this day I still have a thing for cops. Anybody else like cops too?
     
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    There are a couple that I see around town a lot, that I've been wishful thinking about. :wink:
     
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    when i move to san francisco in the mid 80s, i have a s.f.p.d. officer living in the same apt. complex and he was one of those guy. big, beefy and older. i didn't think he was gay but one day he say hi and we just start to talk and we end up having sex a few days later. it was fun.
     
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    I think many people are attracted by cops. It's the whole ultra-maculine thing, uniforms, muscles, authority...
     
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    I agree with all of this with the addition of THEY HAVE HANDCUFFS:biggrin1: and they will use them!
     
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    Good point.
     
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    I have had policemen friends who tell me that some women love uniforms and guns. One guy told me that he had women stop on the side of the road when he was working traffic control and either feel him up, blow him or fuck him in his car.
    Gives a whole new meaning to traffic control.
    Of course he could have been lying but somehow I don't think so.
     
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    Being able to input here with anonymity gives a sense of freedom doesn't it? I want to share with you all my first experience with another man, him being a lawman as well.

    It was during one of our county's many financial downturns and in my youth I held down three jobs, two of which were part time ones along with my main full time job working different areas at a local saw mill.
    Ok, right here, I want to inject something about the saw mill. I am currently writing a fictional story with the main character also working at a sawmill. I want to just say, being the amateur writer that I am, I am using my real life experiences in the telling of that fictional story, however here in this thread there is no fiction, it's all true, I worked that sawmill, I was physically very very fit, adequate penis but still "smokin' if I'm allowed to brag, ripped you would say.
    Alright, well, my one part time job was working at a local auto dealership as a car salesman. I also had a seasonal job at the one and only local country club where weekends I would be a jack of all trades, working in the pro shop, prepping in the kitchen and tending bar, which was my main job : assistant bar manager.
    This was when I was living "up north" where over the winter months the clubhouse and greens would be closed. The snow was still on the ground in late February when I started there, getting the place ready for spring opening. Cleaning was the task at hand, vacuuming mostly and brushing down cobwebs from the ceiling, removing the few months of inactivity within the clubhouse. My final task was the moldy communal shower area. I attacked the nasty looking walls with gusto. Scrub brush, large sponge, sudsy Mr. Clean bucketed water and Comet scouring cleanser were all the tools I had given to me. Being naked was the most effective way, using the angled shower spray heads to flush the areas down as I progressed. So there I was arms high, cleaning from top to bottom the tiled surfaces a section at a time. The clubhouse was officially closed but the members trickled in to drop off their clubs and private golf carts they had taken home over the winter. Some of them passed through the men's locker area to check out the over all clubhouse's progression in being ready for spring opening. The members with the most seniority had their choice of lockers, and the ones most wanted were the lockers closest to the shower area. So there I was, soapy water running down my arms and body as I scrubbed away, some members peeking in the shower area with a quick chuckle and "hello" while some lingered longer, shaking their heads in disbelief I guess. There wasn't a quicker more efficient way in getting the job done than the way I was doing it. I'd say maybe close to twenty members looked in on me then the lawman being one of the linger'ers.
    Flash forward a few weeks, early spring, the first main tournament of the year, the weekend, I was closing up the bar, only three members left in the whole clubhouse one husband and wife and one lawman. I won't even hint as to how he was connected to the law, IE: judge, state police, town sheriff, dog catcher.
    Anyways, I announced final call of drinks, the married couple left for home the lawman had one more drink, he was very plastered too, I served him anyways, he took maybe two sips of his Seagram's and seven up and left the bar. I was then able to lock myself in as I prepped the bar for the following day's business. Finally I was done, so I headed to the locker area to change out of my country club uniform into my own street clothes. My locker was in a different room annexed to the main locker area,the clubhouse expanded over time, more lockers were added. I stripped down and headed to the communal showers where I passed lawman sitting on the bench in front of his locker. I thought he left, I was surprised to see him. I said something like "Feeling ok?" and " "going to be locking up the place soon" encouraging him to move on politely. I love hot showers, and my pale body turned pink from the spray, as lawman entered the shower directly across from me, on the opposite wall. I worshiped those showers, they relaxed me from the drudgery of the job. Many members were like saints, but some were downright piss ants. I just wanted to wash it all away as I showered, that tournament as most tournaments was hard on me. It was midnight and I had to return the following morning at ten to reopen the bar, I needed to relax and get a good night's rest. Done showering , I passed by lawman saying something like going to be locking the final doors in 15 minutes, hinting as hard as I could for him to hurry up and go. I went to my locker in the other room and toweled off. When I finished drying, I walked toward the main room to toss my used towel in the large bin that collected all the days towels. As I rounded the corner there he stood, inches from me face to face, both of us very naked. He quickly dropped to his knees, him now with both hands on my ass cheeks, pulling me towards his open mouth, he swallowed all of me. Let me say I never had a guy sexually touch me before then, but that didn't matter, I was growing hard, I'm sure it was obvious to lawman too. It happened so fast, seconds seemed like minutes as he worked me with his tongue. I was erect now, I pushed him away, off of my penis,now extended, he managed to grab my cock with one of his hands and yanked on it, trying to pull me in close again. I successfully pulled my cock completely free finally. There I was standing with a hard on, doubled over,cock in pain from the yanking, lawman still on his knees, eyes closed, very much drunk, making sucky-sucky noises with his mouth. I didn't know what to do. I then nervously laughed it off, saying "Your drunk, and your wife's home waiting on you" fake laughing again, trying to lighten the nervousness I was feeling. Lawman then sat back on his heels I remember, collapsing, head down as I continued to toss my towel, and saying "Go home" as I passed by the still collapsed lawman. I dressed and waited by the exit door I was waiting to lock, the lawman staggered to me, begging to go home with me, I nervously smiled and repeated the "go home" again. I followed him back to town, he drove ok for being intoxicated, I turned down my street, later on I learned he just parked his car in a parking lot to sleep it off, never going home that evening. He didn't show up at the country club for almost a month later, pretending nothing happened or maybe never remembering what happened. I never got drunk enough to not remember doing stuff so I don't know about him. Later I head from my neighbors that they would see a guy on my front porch late at night peeking in the windows, I assume it was my lawman. This is all true, no embellishments in this story, I swear.
     
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    THANK YOU! I used to get fucked by this hot Latin cop who would handcuff me in various positions and then use me like a rag doll. YUM! :biggrin1:
     
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    Did you film it:tongue: (joking)

    I did date a cop briefly he was 6'4 and so dreamy in his undershirt with his vest on.... STUPID DISTANCE!!!

    He also played the guitar (I know I should have moved!!!)
     
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    When I was a teenager I hooked up with Ewetaw Highway Patrol guys lots of times at the rest stops on I-15, about 10 miles south of our farm. The majority of them were married and obviously long past waiting for their wives to throw them a fuck or blow job just to keep them faithful. However, I did have a UHP guy about 45 years old who insisted that I fuck him first (obviously was into pain because there was no lube and little spit) and then when I finally dumped my load he'd insist that I suck him off. I enjoyed doing both. But there was something about that UHP guy that wasn't quite right. Nice muscles, though.
     
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    I've been with two cops...both were WAY hot and pretty hung, and both were great guys, but one was married and one moved a couple of states away. The whole authority/hyper masculinity/uniform deal definitely did it for me, lol.
     
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    The guy I was doing also moved, to Dallas, no accounting for taste. LOL
     
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    I have some guys who are also in uniform that's been showing interest. 1 firefighter in same branch, 1 guy in my command and 1 border patrol guy... I just joke around, I am too much of a chicken to act on it. Plus, I wasn't sure if they are really trying or what.
     
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    No alot of my family are in the police service, including both my parents. I've never thought about sex with cops, it feels weird.

    Nurses however....
     
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    I worked for an airline and all the staff wore uniforms, some looked better than others. BUT a man in uniform is always a beautiful sight. (The pilots always thought that they were Gods gift to everybody)
     
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    To answer about cops (guys in uniforms especially law enforcement), I have had fantasies all my life.
    Then a customer when I had a business, got to coming to the store occasionally for sex. He was/is bi. This continued for years and he finally became a deputy sheriff. I loved too suck him off before he would get totally undressed.
    Then my S.O. nephew also became a deputy sheriff ( different county ) and loved blow jobs. I know this sounds slutty (maybe I am) but his son (in his 30's) became a policeman so this makes three that I have had sex with.
    I certainly wouldn't mind making it four or more! :biggrin1:
     
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    I avoid them like the plague.
     
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    I got a blow job from a state patrolman in his patrol car. Yea, he was on duty.
     
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    This is a true story, happened when I worked at Bank of America in 2008 when I was 22. I still laugh to myself when I think about it. I haven't done anything like this before or since.

    It was an unusually boring day for me at the bank. I was a teller, working part time and going to school full time. I usually had fun while I worked because I worked inside a grocery store and there were only 5 employees including the manager. We were all pretty close and everyone was around my age except for the manager who was 35 and married.

    The manager was a complete hornball (he wanted to "visit" my new house and we ended up watching bi-sexual porn together, but that's another story) and was perplexed as to why I didn't have a girlfriend. I have gone to the strip club with him and another employee but I didn't seem as enthused as them and they noticed. To make matters worse, girls that worked at the grocery store would always come and flirt with me and write me little notes with their phone numbers for my manager to give to me. I don't know how I managed to keep everyone off me for so long, but in my defense (or bragging), I'm a tall guy with a baby face. No matter what slacks I wore anyone can see my bulge, even if I wear boxers.

    Anyways, I'm handling transactions like any other day but my manager isn't grabbing his dick (for my entertainment) or talking about tits, so I drift off into a day dream until I am snapped back into reality by uniform in front of me. I don't have a uniform fetish or anything, and frankly I was a little bit intimidated by the cop now standing there. He's an inch or two taller than my 6'1" and with broad shoulders and a tight fitting uniform. He obviously works out (which makes his uniform look tight) and has that typical short haircut that cops have. His hair is reddish but he does not have pale skin or freckles (not that either of those are bad). He looks like a very masculine guy and the gun on his side sure helps in that regard. It looks like he either doesn't grow much facial hair or just shaved five minutes ago because his face is so smooth. I'm wearing an American Eagle polo and some light colored slacks with some nice shoes, thought he can't see anything below my crotch and I can't see anything below his either.

    He slides his card and looks at me through his sunglasses. He believes this provides him with some anonymous quality, but I can see his eyes rather clearly and he is staring at my crotch. I begin to think this is wishful thinking on my part, but I'm still a bit nervous. I fumble with keys on my computer and have to ask him like an idiot to slide his card again because I messed up. I look at his shades again and our eyes make contact but I instantly break away and look at my computer as he tells me he needs to make a deposit into one account and a withdrawl from another. I tell myself (in my head) "I'll sure as fuck take your deposit" and laugh in my head as to how cheesy that line was. I feel like there is a laser point on my crotch and then become aware of the tightening in my briefs. I become more nervous as to what not only the cop would think once he saw my impending boner, but my manager or my next customer. I try to think of grandmas or bugs or mold or anything that would kill my boner, but instead I look at the cop's crotch. Why I didn't notice it before I don't know.

    All hope dies when after just a few seconds I have a full hard on that I can't hide from this officer. As I'm contemplating my shame I notice the cop's bulge get bigger itself. I wish I could stop time and just stare as his bulge grows in his dark blue/black pants, so I do the next best thing: work as slowly as possible. I sneak looks at his bulge as he stares at mine while looking back to my monitor. I see that he has a joint account with his wife, which makes the whole thing even hotter. I decide to be bold and give him a better view by taking a small step back. He does not reciprocate but continues viewing my hard on as I look at his. My manager is only 5 feet away from me but oblivious and looking at pictures of luxury cars on his computer.

    There was only so much I could do to stretch this moment out, so I eventually had to finish the transaction. Anyone else would have complained by how much time I was taking but Mr. Officer sure as hell didn't mind. I didn't want it to end, so I decided to be as bold as I have ever been. I've always been known to be spontaneous, but this takes the cake. On his receipt for the last transaction I write, "meet me women's bathroom in 5 minutes". I instantly regret writing it down and imagine all the horrible things that would happen to me. Being fired, being arrested, having everyone look at me as I'm carted off into the cop car. I experience a silent panic as I stare through the cop's shades, and then he walks away.

    I go from panic to excitement as if I had done something amazing, and ask my manager to go on break a few minutes later. I hoped the officer would be there, and not to arrest me! I walk to the back of the grocery store and enter the bathroom area. There were two bathrooms in the back for public use and two for employee use upstairs to the side of the store. I knew I couldn't use the employee bathrooms and the men's public bathroom's lock didn't work. There were many times where I'd be taking a whizz and someone would open the door or I would open the door on customers taking a dump. The bathrooms are in their own area that can't be viewed upon unless you walk through these two huge plastic doors, so no one would be able to see two people walk in. Anyways, the moment of truth. I open the door to the private lady's room and there he was. The door closes behind me and I turn to lock it. As I turn around I feel his hands on my shoulders pushing me down and I'm instantly on my knees. I usually despise being treated in this aggressive manner but sure as hell didn't mind from this guy. I unzip his fly and he pulls out his dick. There are red pubes that come out at the base of his cock and I can smell his manly scent as I begin to swallow his dick. His dick was a little smaller than mine (I'm 8.5 inches) but a lot thicker and uncut. I'm mixed race and haven't seen that many dicks in person, but I haven't seen a dick as white as his before. I pull back his foreskin and swirl my tongue around the head of his bulbous head trying to convince him I was an expert. The cop puts his hand on my head and I feel his cold wedding ring on my ear as he begins to thrust and I'm starting to taste his precum and breathing in his scent. It was all so intoxicating. I felt like a slut and I liked it, something I never thought I'd feel. Just as we're getting really into it, the door opens!!

    An Albertson's employee who works at the customer service desk says "Oh my Goooood...." and the door closes with her standing outside. I'm on my knees in shock and before I can even process anything the cop has put away his dick and is already out the door. I get up and look at the lock only to realize there were two, and the one I used seemed to be faulty while the working lock remained untouched by me. I again enter panic mode and visualize myself being fired and banished from the bank and the world as a whole! I wait for the dumb bitch to leave, but she remained there standing in front of the door for a few minutes. Those minutes seemed like an eternity as I realized this lady really wanted to use the restroom. I summoned all the guts I had and opened the door and walked past her without making eye contact but I knew she was looking straight into my eyes. After my break I came back with boxes of pizza as some kind of stupid attempt to bribe the Albertson's employees from what I believed they were all already talking about. To my surprise, she told me, "What ever people wanna do with their lives is their business." I was so relieved I wanted to give her a hug, but I didn't. She literally was a tiny woman that came up to my belly button. I never saw that cop again and eventually the bank closed down. I no longer work for the bank, but that is a fond memory that I'm glad to share. At least someone else will laugh from it!

    Other stories from my bank days include jerkin off a fellow employee/friend after we hit up a tittie bar, and watching porn with my boss.
     
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