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I was always attracted to a man in uniform. I conjecture it was because when I was a kid all military men had to wear their uniforms when on leave or shore duty. Of course, there were always the firemen and police. So, maybe it was hero worship. At the time this story takes place, I was living in an apartment building in Oakland. Living in the same building were two or more city policeman. I would see them coming and going almost every day. They seemed friendly enough. But, they always were in too much of a hurry to stop and chat. One day, I went to the apartment building’s steam room to relax after a long day at work. There were two men sitting on the redwood bleachers enjoying the heat. When I entered, one of the men left and went to the showers, leaving me alone with the other one. He looked rather familiar. But, sometimes people look different out of their clothes. I spoke to him.

He nodded and said. "Hi."

We sat quietly for a while. Then, he pulled the towel from his body and sat naked, exposing his firm body to its fullest. I was sitting to one side and had a good view of his low-hanging, moist cock and balls. He sat back and relaxed as steam filled the room. He adjusted his balls and cock, and then withdrew his hand. I was admiring his nice balls and cock while he leaned back against the wall and closed his eyes. He started to get a semi-hard-on. It continued to grow right before my eyes until it was fully erect. He made no effort to cover it up and even adjusted his balls. I could not resist this beauty stretched before me. It was just waiting for my attention. I touched his leg with one hand and paused. He made no effort to resist. So, I continued until I was caressing his balls. His cock continued to grow and throbbed at my touch. He spread his legs giving me the definite sign that he needed more attention. He gave me better access to his privates.

I moved between his legs, guided his hard throbbing cock to my moist mouth and went down on him. He let out a deep and surprising sigh of pleasure. I continued sucking and licking his cock and balls, until I soon had him ready to have his orgasm. He grasped the back of my neck, held me down over his gushing cock. He released load after load of warm sperm into my willing mouth. I savored his cum until he relaxed and his penis got soft.

Without saying a word, he took his towel, stood and headed to the shower. I left soon after and returned to my apartment. I still was trying to place his stern handsome face. The next week, I was sunning by the pool when I saw two of the policemen that lived in the building. They walked by the pool area as they left the building. I recognized one of them as the one I had sucked off in the sauna room last week. He walked by the pool and looked over the girls. He flirted with a few of them and then walked on. He saw me sitting there in the sun. He looked at me, smiled and spoke. "Hi, buddy. How’s it going today?" he asked. I was rather surprised, but pleased with the recognition. He looked impressive in his tailored policeman’s uniform. In fact, he acted a bit cocky and sure of himself. But, I liked that too. That same evening, I was coming in from dinner at a local restaurant when he pulled up on his motorcycle in front of the apartment building. I stopped to watch him park his hog on the sidewalk parking spot. He knew I was observing him and he slowly took off his biker glasses, helmet and his leather riding gloves. He lifted one leg over the cycle and stood up. He was a stud and he knew it. I knew my mouth must have been wide open and my face flushed red. I was in awe at his manly appearance. He nodded directly at me. He asked, "Which apartment are you in buddy?" “Number 208,” I replied. "Meet me there in about five minutes," he stated in a deep voice. He turned his back to me and started locking up his hog. I was in a state of shock at his demand and almost froze on the spot. He turned and looked at me standing there. “I said 5 minutes!” he said, in an even more demanding voice.

He turned back to his bike. I quickly opened the apartment gates and rushed up the stairs to my apartment to make sure that everything was in order. I was breathless when I got there. I remember how beautiful he was naked and how his great cock had freely given me a wonderful load of cum. I could feel my heart beating and my face warm with excitement. I trembled like a young boy as I anticipated some hot sex with this policeman. Soon there was a knock at the door. I hesitated for a second. Then, I took a deep breath, composed myself and opened the door. There he stood in full uniform with leather jacket, pants, and gun…the whole nine yards. He’d replaced his helmet and glasses, which made him even hotter. What a hunk, I thought to myself. "Come in," I stuttered. I was nervous as he swaggered into my entranceway. His black, highly polished boots made a tapping noise on the tile as he walked in. "Am I under arrest?" I joked. He did not smile. Instead, he sternly looked into my face. "If that’s the way you want it." He said firmly.

He advanced towards me and forcibly shoved my body against the wall. He immediately began giving me a body search, roughly feeling me up and down, reaching to my crotch area and groped my hard cock. He yanked my hands from the wall, reached around his hip to quickly obtain his handcuffs and snapped them on my wrists. I was excited, yet nervous about this dramatic scene. I had never been in this situation before. I have always been in control. But, right now, I was at this hunk’s mercy. He leaned his body towards me as he once again grabbed my hard cock. "What’s this, cocksucker? Have you got a hard on? he asked. I nodded to my dominant master. He roughly unbuttoned my jeans and yanked them down over my hips. They fell to my ankles. I wear no undershorts. So, there I stood with a hard on, my hands behind my back, my bowling ball butt at his exposure. He was still wearing his leather gloves and started pulling on my balls with one hand as he manipulated my 7-½ inch cock with his other gloved hand. He removed his helmet, dropped it on the floor, embraced me and roughly planted a deep kiss on my mouth. This maneuver caught me off balance and I fell against the wall. Once again, he roughly turned me around, and pushed my face against the wall, exposing my bare ass. He placed one of his fingers into my mouth and forced me to suck on it. When his finger was wet, he placed it near my asshole. I flinched. I had never been fucked before. So, this made me nervous. "Oh, you still a virgin, cocksucker?” he scoffed. “Perhaps we should change that. What do you think? Do you think I should shove my cock up your virgin asshole?" I felt uncertain as his leather-clad hands caressed my back and buttocks. He wet his finger once again and started to explore my anus. Suddenly, he positioned himself behind me and spread my buttocks. He massaged my asshole. Then, he lunged forward and plunged his hot tongue into my asshole. It was rapturous and he was sensational. His moist tongue rapidly lapped my hole. I started to relax and enjoy it. He suddenly got back up, turned my face to his and kissed me once more. He placed his strong hands to my shoulders and shoved me to my knees. I was still in the cuffs as he pulled my face into his crotch. I could smell and taste the leather britches he was wearing. He held my face close to him as he unzipped motorcycle pants. I was anticipating the next move. He opened his leather pants and pulled out his hard cock. I was stunned. His meat was surrounded by a tight-fitting silver cockring. He pulled out his balls, so I could lick them as I would his cock. He guided my face to his cock and forced me to suck him. There was nothing else to do, except use my lips and tongue. I swirled his salty juices around in my mouth, now tasting his pre-cum as well as the manly sweat from his balls. I thought I was doing a good job. But, he pulled away and hauled me back to my feet. I was turned around once more and placed with my head against the wall. He kicked my legs further apart. I had managed to get one leg out of my jeans so I could maneuver better. He firmly grabbed my buttocks and spread them apart once more. He moved his finger down to my wet asshole. He placed his leather-clad finger up my ass. After a quick probe, his finger was withdrawn and replaced it with the head of his wet cock. Once he found the entry, he slowly, but forcibly entered my asshole.

It hurt like hell when he first entered, but he continued until it gradually slid all the way in. I jumped and started to yell out. To silence me, he clamped his leather glove over my mouth. He stopped his movements for just a short time. Then, he started to move his hot cock in and out of my aching asshole. I was still hurting. But, the pain began to subside as he moved. My asshole was becoming accustomed to his entry.

I tried to relax as he kept shoving in and out. I held on for dear life. I had no choice but to let him rape me. I started to feel more good sensations and less pain. I became more excited once again and my cock started to get hard as he manipulated it while he fucked and used my body for his pleasure. He placed his leather-clad hands on each of my buttocks as he pulled me onto his protruding hard cock. I could feel his big balls slapping against my asshole. Occasionally the steely cockring would smack against the tender lips of my ass.

Between lunges, he would slap my bare buttocks, first one cheek, and then the other. The leather gloves stung at first. But, soon I found it stimulating. He would spit on his cock as it entered my hole to give us more lubrication. His breathing became heavier as he pounded away at my sensitive but willing ass. He was now building up a faster rhythm as I backed in to my intruder to satisfy him. I could feel his cock starting to swell. Suddenly, he lunged several times into my tender hole and started releasing his manly sperm deep into my ass. I was beginning to enjoy the fuck. But, it was about to come to an end. He held his cock in me as he jacked off my throbbing cock until I shot my load all over the wall and floor. Some of it even splattered on his boots. I almost collapsed in pleasure. He pulled his wet cock out of me and rubbed it against my buttocks. He forced me around again as I fell to the floor with my legs now crossed. I was eye level with his cock. He aimed his wet cock, now dripping with his manly sperm and my body juices, and forced it into my mouth. "Clean off my dick, you cocksucking asshole," he said to me. I licked his cock and balls until they were clean. Then, he forced me to take it all the way down my throat. I could not breathe too well. So, he released me. I came up for air and noticed his cock was ready to go again.

He started to pump his cock into my mouth again and I gladly received him. Then, he gasped and started to cum again. His spurting cock slipped from my mouth. His remaining cum squirted on my face and lips. I continued to milk his cock. He stood there for a while, then stepped back a couple of feet to adjust his pants and put his cock back in his leathers.

He glanced down at his boots. Some of our cum had splattered during our orgasms. He looked angry with me, took my head and forced it down to his boots. "You fucking punk,” he yelled. “You came on my boot. Now, you have to lick it off and shine that boot with your tongue. Get to work." I started licking his boot then shined the leather with my tongue and hair. He seemed pleased as he pulled me back up again. This time, he reached for his handcuff key and releasing my sore and bound wrists. He leaned roughly into me as we fell against the wall. He planted a tongue-sucking, lip-biting kiss on me. He lapped at my face and mouth to clean and taste his own cum. I stood pleasantly exhausted. He placed his sunglasses back on, then his helmet and put his handcuffs back in the pocket on his belt. Never once did he look away from my eyes. It appeared as though he was deep in thought. "You are not through yet, punk. Get back on your knees and take my cock back into your mouth,” he commanded. “I have to take a piss." I did as he ordered, wondering what was in store for me next. This was another new experience for me. I wasn’t sure I was ready to do this. I placed his soft cock back into my warm mouth. He grabbed my head and held it down on him until my lips rested at the base of his cock. My mouth was smashed against the cockring. I was well aware why he was starting to relax. He held me on his beautiful cock until I felt a warm stream of his piss entering my mouth. I gagged and immediately tried to pull away. I had never done such a thing. He was in total control of me and he knew it. I took a deep breath as his warm pee gushed forth. I started to swallow and let it trickle down my throat. It wasn’t as bad as I thought it would be. In fact, I found it quite exciting being used by this policeman hunk. He squeezed out one last trickle and released my head. By this time, I was slurping away at his piss slot. I looked up at his handsome face as he looked down at me in approval. "See, punk, that wasn’t so bad.” He intoned. “I was just marking my territory. Now, there’s just one more thing before I leave." He slowly opened his belt and pulled down his leather pants. I was still holding on to his hairy balls and licking at his cock. He quickly turned around with his tight butt cheeks staring into my face. He held my head, guided it to his musky ass, and pulling his cheeks apart, guided my face into his ass. His body still had the musky scent of his masculine body, mixed with the scent of leather. I was turned on to him once again. There is something about a man's body that gets your hormones stirring. I eagerly spread his buttocks and licked my tongue up and down his hairy butt crack. He bent over to give me better access to his body. I wanted to tongue fuck his tasty ass and please him. He sighed slightly and began to masturbate his cock while I licked at his brown puckering anus. It was tight and had the scent of manly sweat and leather. I shoved my face into his butt and tongue fucked him deep and fast. I wanted him to feel as good as he had made me feel earlier when his tongue was in my virgin ass. He smelled so hot and tasted so good. I took a deep whiff and plunged my fast-moving tongue back in his warm musky crack. I started to jack off, as my cock had once again come to full length. He was going to cum again and turned quickly around as he shot his third load of cum all over my face. I opened my mouth to lap at the stream of man sperm spattering my face. It ran down my cheeks and into my mouth. This stud cop sure could cum a lot. It was great. He paused, then milked the last drops of cum from his cock and wiped it on my lips. He took a deep sigh as he quietly put his cock back into his leather pants, and then buckled his belt. I sat on the floor in a pool my own cum. His cum was dripping from my face. I was pleasantly exhausted. I looked up at him as he dressed. He turned towards the door to leave. But, he quickly turned back. "I will be back here again next week at same day, same time,” he declared. “Get your asshole cleaned up and be ready for another fuck, you cocksucker."

With that, he turned and left the apartment.

Story by Richard Barber at eyeMrich1@hotmail.com 2/4/2004