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The Case Of Mistaken Identity, Part 3

by Hairless Bubblebutt


The officer lay on the ground groaning in pain and cursing to the air. I hadn’t finished dressing as I immediately ran over to the handsome officer’s side. "What happened, Sir?" I asked, scared for the officer.

"I twisted my bloody ankle I think. Help me up, please, Matt." I looked at the officer in shock. That was the first time he called me by my first name. I helped the cop to stand up. I propped him up on the hood of his cruiser. When I touched his left ankle, he pulled away in pain. I told the officer that I was going to have to remove his boot to get a look at his ankle. He reluctantly agreed to let me remove his boot. Sure enough, his ankle was all swollen.

"You’re going to have to get some ice on that," I said.

"How and where?" asked the officer. I told the cop that I lived just up the street and that he could come there to rest his foot. We agreed that it was on official police business. The officer made a sincere apology for mistaking me for someone else. I grabbed the rest of my clothes and put my bike in the trunk of the cruiser and we drove to my house. I helped the officer into my house. I got him all comfortable and got him some ice for his ankle. The officer told me to remove my shorts and wear nothing around the house. So I did. He just watched me as my dick swung from side to side and my balls bounced everywhere. The officer asked if he could soak his foot in the bathtub instead. I said of course. "I’m going to need some help here."

I helped to take the officer’s boots and socks off. I thought this guy was everything I was looking for in a man. His blonde hair, blue eyes, tanned muscular body. He had a huge body frame, which would come in handy to subdue any enemies. He was also tall, about six-foot four and two hundred pounds. As I continued to stare at the officer in awe, he told me a hot bath might help to relax him. He needed me to assist him to take off his clothes. I was real nervous at first, but he helped me to relax. He removed his belt, holster and gun and packed them away safely and carefully. While I was getting some extra towels, the officer was half naked. He asked me if I would like to help him finish undressing. I walked over to him and slowly undid his button and fly. I looked up at the cop to make sure it was still okay, and he just stood there smiling at me. I slipped his pants over his hips. He wasn’t wearing any underwear and his entire groin was smooth. I stopped when I saw the officer’s cock. It was at least six inches soft and uncut. I pulled his pants off and then I made a surprising move: I put my lips around his skin and started sucking his cock. The officer quickly got all stiff and was dripping pre-cum from his foreskin. I peeled his skin back and rimmed his moist piss slit. This drove the officer crazy with ecstasy. I pulled his foreskin all the way forward and sucked on the bunched up skin.

"Oh, man. You know how to please a man, don’t ya? Go on, suck on my cock some more. I want to feel your hot mouth all over my hard cock and continue playing with that skin," moaned the officer.

"Yes, Sir!" I answered back as I went back down on the cop’s hard and wet shaft. I stood up and the cop went down on my chest and sucked on my huge nipples. While sucking on one nipple, he twisted and played with the other. The officer continued to alternate sucking on each nipple, while squeezing my ass cheeks. I stroked the officer’s cock while he sucked on my tits. He reached down and began stroking my pre-cum soaked dick. He carefully sat down on the floor and put my hot cock inside his mouth. He gagged a few times on the size and girth of my manhood. He played with my foreskin with his tongue by flicking his tongue in and out and gently nibbling on the skin hood. While the officer sucked and played with my cock, he slowly inserted a finger in my hole while I roughly twisted my stiff nipples. The officer then came to an abrupt stop. "What’s wrong?" I asked.

"My superiors are going to want to know what happened to me. I’ve got to call in. My shift is almost over and I’ve got to get back to work to finish up."

My heart sank with the harsh reality that my dream man was going to be leaving me soon.

"Listen, after my shift is over, I’ll come back and we can finish up with what we’re doing here. Ok? Please say yes?" the officer held my face in the palm of his hands.

I looked into the officer’s eyes and said, "I’ll say yes only on one condition."

“What’s that?"

I just winked and smiled at the officer as I turned around and bent over with my ass cheeks spread wide apart with two fingers inside my wet hole. I pushed my ass into the officer’s face. He grabbed me by the hips and buried his moist tongue deep inside my ass crack. I could feel his tongue circling inside my hole. "I want you to fuck me. Fuck me like I’ve never been fucked before. I want you to rip my hole apart and make me beg you to stop." The cop stopped and looked up at me with his eyes and smiled.

With my ass still bent over his face, I guess I got the answer I was hoping for when the officer reached over and pushed his index and middle fingers deep inside my open hole.

THE END

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3 Gay Erotic Stories from Hairless Bubblebutt

The Case Of Mistaken Identity

It was about 10 p.m. when I was on my way to the other side of the beach for my nightly skinny dipping session after my long and exhaustive bike ride. I preferred to do my swimming in the raw and the other side of the beach was the only place I could get some privacy and get away with doing that without ruffling any lawful neighbor’s feathers. When I go out riding my bicycle, I

The Case Of Mistaken Identity, Part 2

The officer told me to stand against the hood of his cruiser and to place both hands on it with both my legs spread wide apart. He stood directly behind me. It was like he was sizing me up or something. "Lean your body forward on top of the hood, Boy!" I did exactly what the officer told me to do. The cool night air felt awfully good on my hot ass. It didn’t make this embarrassing

The Case Of Mistaken Identity, Part 3

The officer lay on the ground groaning in pain and cursing to the air. I hadn’t finished dressing as I immediately ran over to the handsome officer’s side. "What happened, Sir?" I asked, scared for the officer. "I twisted my bloody ankle I think. Help me up, please, Matt." I looked at the officer in shock. That was the first time he called me by my first name. I helped the cop

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