Saturday morning and I was about to go to the gym. I like to work out with heavy weights. I'm 35, and pretty damn solid at 6 foot 2 and 285 lbs. I've been lifting weights since I was 17 though, I have low body fat, I eat right and I do a fair amount of cardio. Anyway, I was about to head to the gym so I was wearing a pair of kinda snug cotton shorts that hug my firm ass cheeks and hairy muscular thighs real good and show off my hefty bulge in an obvious but not too obscene way. And a loose tank top. I got a body pretty much like the wrestler Goldberg but quite a bit hairier. Anyway, grabbed my gym bag and headed down to my truck and it wasn't there. What the hell!? So I go back upstairs and call the cops. In the mean time I'm screwing around online lookin at some porn waiting for the police to show up. Got my tank top off, tweakin on my nipples, kinda playing with myself, semi-hard. Next thing I know a knock at the door. I get up and go answer it, and there's officer friendly with a smile on his face, "someone reported a stolen vehicle at this address?", and I invite him in. He comes in and I guide him into the living room all the while rambling off my story. The cop takes turns writing on his pad and glancing at my crotch. Then it occurs to me I'm half hard and shirtless. He has the bluest eyes I've ever seen. And the cutest bald head. He's about 5ft 7, about 180 with all his equipment on, totally my type, I could lick him like a popsicle. I'm kind of a wreck because of my truck being stolen and I'm rambling and scattered, but I do notice him staring, then I apologize for being shirtless and kind of try to make my shorts a little baggy so they don't seem so obnoxiously perverted, and he just gives me a sly smile, and then a wink. Wait a minute, did he just wink at me? I want to think I saw what I did, but I can't believe it. He asks me a few more questions, and then says well, I think I have all the info I need here, here's my card, and we'll call you if we find your truck. Anything else I can do for you? With that, I swear he looked down again at my crotch. I never felt so nervous in my life, my knees were practically shaking. What if I was reading him wrong? What are the penalties for hitting on a cop? Screw it, I could blame it on the stress of getting my truck stolen, I reasoned. So with that, I said "Well, there is one thing." And he instantly came back with "I thought so." Right there in the foyer we kissed. Man that guy was horny. He shoved his tongue down my throat and I grabbed his ass and wrapped my arms around him tight and we made out a bit, and of course I got hard as a rock. He was wearing hella more garb than me, with just my cotton shorts and a jock strap, so he went for me first. He dropped down to his knees and pulled down my shorts with one hand and pushed me up against the wall with the other and started working on my cock. I'm very thick but he was really going at it with his wet mouth and one hand, it felt so good, he couldn't get too much of it in his mouth, just the head, but I could tell he liked it a lot. After about 5 minutes I pulled him up and we made out a minute more and I led him to the bedroom. He was a little apprehensive about taking off his gunbelt and getting naked, but he did it anyway, and by the time he was naked, I was dribbling precum like a leaky faucet. His ass was so beautiful. I went straight for it and ate him out and got him all wet and loosened up and ready as I could to take my thick cock. He wanted me to fuck him. After he was good and ready, I pushed my cock head up against his tight hole, he was really tight, I was a lot taller than him, so I could work on teasing it in and kiss him at the same time. Kissing him kind of took his mind off that he was about to be penetrated by a beercan cock, and I started working my way in. Slowly, slowly, I managed to get it in, then I started to fuck him, slowly at first, then faster, then he was really getting into it, after I was all the way in, he was really wanting me to pound him hard. I was fucking him hella hard, and after a good while of sweating and grunting, we both came. I shot a huge hot load up inside him, and at the same time, he shot his load too. We both lay there for a minute, then he got up, dressed, and said "have a good day sir." thank you officer. Time for a cold shower.