Gay Erotic Stories

Our neighborhood pays for regular patrols by a local sheriff. He's a real hottie in his tight brown uniform, crew cut, strong beefy build, hairy arms, and chest hair sprouting from the top of his t shirt. Our neighborhood is tight and the drives are about 30" long so when I'm out washing my car in the summer just wearing my jock and gym shorts...I anticipate his 2 to 3 afternoon drive through the complex. He'll stop and say hi. If he only knew how hot I think he is.

So anyway, he trades off the day and night shift with another guy, depending on their work schedules. It so happened that I knew he would be patrolling that night. They make a run near 11 and then another around two. They work pretty much like clockwork. You can see their searchlights well before the car is really near.

So, here it is just after 11 and I'm in my living room beating off in my recliner. Near is the sliding picture window leading to the patio. Ten feet beyond the window is a shadow bow privacy fence. It affords privacy to a degree, and opportunity to a greater degree. We don't have curtains and I had the lights dimmed but it was visible. The door was open so I could listen for the patrol. I had been working on my cock real hard for about tem minutes when I heard a car come around the corner...luckily it was in the most opportune visibility way...as I heard the car get near I raised my buttocks in the air proudly stroking my cock with Vaseline. My balls were dancing back and forth with the rhythm.

I moved to the kitchen where I was visible from the kitchen window. I saw the lights of his car make the turn down the front of my building. I opened the refrigerator door so I was fully illuminated. Since I hadn't come yet, my cock was still rock hard and all greased up. I stood there till his car passed again...pretending to be pondering what to eat. I felt his car taking extra long to make the turn to the next street. I reached down and pulled on my balls while my other hand stroked my chest hair. His car finally turned. I was hot. I'm sure he got two good views of me beating off.

I stroked myself for the next two hours thinking of what I could be doing to present myself the next time. I decided to pretend to be talking on the phone, standing naked, near the window. I got too close a couple times but I held to plan. When I hear the late patrol I was ready.

Since it was so late and my neighborhood goes to bed at 10, I had the lights up rather bright. My back was arched as if to try to get as close to my cock as possible. I used slow tight fisted strokes so my dick head was real red. I heard his car come around the back of the building and I put the phone receiver between my check and shoulder. My free hand went to the center of my chest hair where it’s the thickest and longest and I began to pull on them. His car passed slowly and his starlight lit my body momentarily.

After his car passed I moved back to the kitchen and turned on the sink light and resumed beating off. His car again came around the front of the building and I could tell by the brightness of the lights that he was getting close. I started beating off hard and fast, playing with my nipples at the same time. I was close but not quite when his car passed the window. I was beating off as cinematically as I could at that point--thrusting my buttocks to the masturbating stroke. His car had come to a complete stop by that point and I started sending out huge spurts of pent up cum. I was toweling off my deflating cock when I saw his car lights go away.

I saw him out in the yard a couple days later and it was just the usual chit chat...followed by a “keep up the good work”...as he drove away with a wink of an eye. Damn good cop.