Gay Erotic Stories

Business takes me to Boston several times per year. I always stay at a hotel off of 93 South, close to the office. On my last trip, there was some construction in the area and I admit, I was not paying as much attention to my driving as I should have been. I suddenly realized the exit to my hotel was NOW and I was in the inside lane. I looked quickly and realizing I could do it without hitting anyone, I crossed all three lanes and made the exit. As soon I reached the light, I saw the flashing lights of a motorcycle cop behind me. Dammit, I though, but as viewed the cop in the mirror as he walked toward the car, I thought, Holy shit, look at this stud. He had on a tan uniform, which must have been sprayed on him, leather boots, helmet and aviator type sunglasses. He approached the convertible (I had upgraded the rental) and asked for my license in his VERY South Boston accent. If your familiar with this accent, you know what I'm talking about. Particularly, "R's" are dropped from the ends of words. "Do you know why I pulled ya ova", he asked. I replied "no", trying not to stare at his huge bulge, handing him my license. "You were reckless when you exited offa 93". Then, looking at my license, he said " like cool man, you're like, from California, eh?" Noticing his name tag, I said laughing "Tell you what Officer Mulkahey, I won't try a Boston accent if you'll give up on the Valley accent...... deal?" He just stood there, stone serious face and I realized I shouldn't have tried humor with this cop. He then grinned, showing a drop dead smile and handing my license back said "Deal". He started explaining to me that I could have caused an accident, injuring people ..... yada yada yada.... The whole time he's giving me this sermon, I'm surveying his body. Now I've never been a "uniform chaser", but this guy could really fill one out. Beefy thighs, tight bubble butt, thick, broad shoulders, extending pecs and a flat stomach, topped off by a really cute boyish face, from what I could see around his glasses. I guessed him to be in his early thirties. His most distinguishing feature however, was the very prominent bulge he was presenting, right at my eyes level. I was studying it closely, trying to determine which lump was dick and which was balls. There was so much!! Finishing his lecture, he asked " So where ya heading that you almost missed." I replied "The Sheraton, where I'm staying." His next question was a little puzzling. "What room? "312, why?" "Just wanted to make sure your telling the truth", he said. Continuing, "Well, I'm going to let you go this time, BUT, be careful. Oh, and uh, rememba", he said as he grinned and casually reached down with his right hand, grabbing his massive crotch and giving it a firm tug upwards, "I'm here to protect and serve." Jesus, I thought as I watched his tight ass walk away, he busted me looking at his crotch. But then, he too must have enjoyed it. I'm sure he gets looked at all the time though. He was just teasing me, that prick! He probably enjoys teasing "fags" all the time. I counted my blessings and drove on to the hotel, knowing I'd probably jack off thinking about him. Later that evening, I was boxer channel surfing in the hotel room when there was a knock on the door. I opened it to a hunky man with blondish hair, wearing tight jeans and t-shirt, holding a six-pack of beer. "Yes", I said, not recognizing him but hoping he didn't have the wrong room, "Can I help you?" With a dumbfounded look, he replied, "Officer Mulkahey, rememba. I thought you might like have a beer." I couldn't speak. This is not happening was all I could think. he silence must have been very disconcerting to him because he said, "I'm sorry, bad idea, I'll leave." "NO", I blurted out, "Please, come in, I'm sorry, you just really caught me by surprise. After all, this afternoon, I had no idea that, well that, well you know." "Are you kidding", he said, "The way you were staring at this.", grabbing his hefty crotch again. "Yeah well, I'm sure you busted me right away, but I had no idea that you were interested." He walked over to me, not losing eye contact and softly kissed me on my lips. He kissed my cheek toward my ear and whispered, "I'm more than interested. Wheneva a hot man like you sizes me up, I get horny as shit." I grabbed his head and kissed him hard, he returned my urgency and our tongues met for the first time. One of his hands reached into my boxers and wrapped around my hardening cock, stroking it to it's full length. I tugged at his t-shirt, pulling it over his head to reveal the chest I had dreamed about earlier. Just as I pictured, it was covered with a fine carpet of blond hair with a trail leading to the packed bulge, still in his jeans. His nipples were the size of quarters and just as hard. I kissed all over his chest and bit at his nipples. I could smell the clean scent of a mild soap, meaning he had showered just before he came. The whole time I was working over his chest, his head was thrown back and soft moaning sounds were coming from deep inside him. I dropped to my knees and started fumbling to undo his tight jeans, which were now stretched to the max as he was obviously very hard. Unlike this afternoon, it was now VERY apparent which lump was his cock. I finally got the 501's unbuttoned and pulled them quickly down. YUP!!! There it was, just as I had thought. A BIG piece of uncut Irish cop dick, just waiting for me to swallow. His cock stuck straight out, foreskin peeled back, exposing a shiny, fat cock head which was slightly curved upwards at the tip. I took the whole fat cock down my experienced throat at once. Patrick (as I later found out was his first name), said as I took his dick, " Oh God yeah, suck my cock!" I sucked it for all it was worth. As I pulled downward on his hairy balls, he would moan even louder, letting me know he enjoyed that His uncut cock was a respectable seven inches and VERY thick. But his balls! They were the size of walnuts and contained in a nut sack that hung half way down to his knees. Well, maybe not to his knees, but a lot lower than normal. That, I thought, explains the huge bulge he sports about. With those beefy thighs pushing those huge balls forward, it's a wonder he could find pants to fit it all in. I had never had my hands on a set of nuts that large. I was hoping that meant they were full of man juice, just waiting to explode. I commented on their size and his reply intrigued me "Shit, you should see my olda brother's nuts. Mine are small compared to his." To this day, I can't imagine that! After a few minutes, Patrick reached down and pulled me up, kissing me strongly. "It's my turn now, baby." he said. He then started working over my chest. Although I'm not nearly as built a he was, I'm still very proud of the way I look with my shirt off. Unlike him, my chest is naturally smooth, with hair only trailing down to my crotch. My dick, which stands up at a 45 degree angle, was uncomfortable in my silk boxers. Patrick was now on his knees, tonguing my belly button and rubbing my hard on with the smooth silk cloth of my shorts. I looked down as he maneuvered my boxers off. That sexy grin appeared on his face as he saw his prize for the first time. He pushed his nose into my crotch and breathed in loudly, sniffing the scent of a man. He licked around my cock and balls, then turned me around so my ass was facing him. He repeated the smelling of my ass and then asked me to bend over. When I did, he attacked my hole with his mouth. Patrick knew what he wanted and he found it. He pulled my ass cheeks apart with his hands and started forcefully tonguing my hole. How did he know that my asshole was my major "G-spot"? I stood there, grasping the table nearby, enjoying the pleasure his talented tongue was giving me. I figured he was a "pitcher" and he was wasting no time preparing my chute for that Irish cock. Patrick started pulling my dick down and letting it slap back up to my stomach. The sound of it must have turned him on as he devoured my ass with renewed ferocity. Then I felt the first intrusion. One of his fat fingers easily entered my hole. He began working it in and out and in no time there was two and then three fingers, priming my ass for a larger intruder. I was whimpering and moaning, asking him not to stop. But he did. He stood up and started rubbing his meat up and down between my spit glazed crack. I stood up, him still "pumping" my hole. I couldn't wait to have that cock really inside me. He held his arms around me, tweaking my nipples and whispered in my ear, "You ready for a real Boston fuck?" "Oh yeah, baby" I replied, "give me that fat Irish cock." Patrick moved us toward the bed where I lay down on my back, propping myself up with my elbows. I watched him as he moved toward where he left his jeans laying on the floor. He bent over exposing a very hairy ass crack, and picked up his pants. He fumbled in his pockets and pulled out a condom. What a sight it was to see his fat cock swaying from side to side as he walked back to the bed. "Put it on?" he queried as he handed me the package. I opened it and then took his cock down my throat once more. To me, a condom feels better with a little lube on the inside as well. The rubber stretched as it rolled down his man meat. I reached for the drawer beside the bed and grabbed the lube I always carry with me. (You never know!!) I slapped a glob of lube to my hole, held my ankles up and said, "Come on Cop, fuck this man pussy!" "Oh, I get it", he said, "This is how use gonna pay off that ticket I shoulda given you this aftanoon!" With that, he aimed his tool right at my hole and rammed it in completely, without ease or concern. I felt as if my insides were being ripped to shreds. He ground all the way to his pubes as I screamed with pain. Then just as quickly, he pulled that monster all the way out of my ass for just a second, then plowed right back in. I thought if I ever get past the pain, this is going to be a great fuck. I like it rough, but I also like for my ass to get used to the cock, first. This Irish cop was not going to let me get used to it. He had hold of my ankles, holding them in the air, as he raped my ass, putting all his weight into it. He was grinning as he watched his cock tear my ass apart. Typical cop I remember thinking, has to be in control. He continued his assault on my now loosing hole for about 5 minutes, without stop. Sweat was running down that massive chest and dripping off the tip of his nose. He suddenly let go of my ankles letting my legs drop as he pulled his cock out of my hole. He grabbed his cock, pulled the rubber off and with a few strokes, shot a huge load of spooge three feet straight into the air, landing on my sweat covered chest. More spooge spurts followed, each with less distance until there was nothing left but the dribbling leftovers of his climax, oozing from his rapidly deflating cock. He then leaning toward me and started eating up all his cum that had landed on me, working his way to my mouth Patrick kissed me and I could tasted his salty, sweet cum on his lips. "Thanks for being a bad driva", he said, then rolled over on the bed onto his back. Oh no you don't, I thought to myself. You're not going to get yours and leave me hanging. I moved toward the bedside table and grabbed a condom and the lube. As I opened the package, Patrick looked up and said, "Hey stud, you're gonna havta wait a little while 'till I get hard again." "Wrong!, it's my turn to fuck your ass!" My hunky cop's face turned to a look of surprise as he proclaimed that he'd never been fucked before. "Well then, it's about time you feel what you've been dishing out", I said. I was amazed that he just lay there, without saying a word. I really thought he would resist but when he didn't, I moved in. I started eating his ass and his moaning told me he'd enjoy a good fucking. I began to wonder if he was just acting like he'd never been fucked before. This seemed to easy. As I positioned the head of my cock at his hole, he pulled his cheeks apart with his own hands and said, "Your right, it's about time I get fucked and fucked good. I've been wanting this for a long time but I've been too much of a chicken shit. Now fuck me like a man!" I could hear the "cop" in his voice. The authoritarian manner, ordering me to fuck him. I instructed him to push against my intruding cock, as if he were taking a shit. After many tries, the head of my cock slipped into his virgin hole. A slight grimace of pain crossed his face, but not a sound emerged from his mouth. He is going to take it like the macho man he is, I thought. Slowly, I slipped the length of my cock into his very tight hole. Still, no sound except some mild moans. When I was completely in, I noticed his cock was at full mast again. I wrapped my hand around it and stroked. It felt good to have that fat, uncut cock in my hand and mine own cock up his ass. Patrick reached up with his arms and pulled me toward his lips. We kissed passionately and he then whispered into my ear, "Fuck me! Fuck me hard." I slowly started pumping in and out of his tight hole. His eyes were closed and a slight smile crossed his face. "Yeah, oh yeah", he moaned, "Oh God yeah, baby. Fuck me, Come on. Oh yeah, fuck my ass, baby." I felt his heels dig into my ass. He was using his muscular legs, pulling me deeper into his virgin hole, the way a cowboy spurs a horse. "That's it baby, fuck me hawd! Hurt me, stud, come on. Rape my ass." His words of encouragement continued as I pounded his hole. I pulled out, rolled him over so he was lying face down. This boy learned quick, as his hands were there, holding his ass cheeks apart, making his hairy hole easy to find. In this position, I fucked him HARD. I was able to put all my weight into it and plowed him for all it's worth. Every time I hit bottom, Patrick would let out a "ARGHH". I couldn't last much longer and soon I was filling the rubber in his ass with my cum. I fell on top of Patrick, kissing him on his neck, ear and cheek. "I got fucked , I really got fucked", he kept saying, over and over. We lye there a moment longer then Patrick said, "I think I came." We rolled over and sure enough, the bedspread was soaked with a huge load of spooge where he lay Patrick looked at me and said, "You fucked the cum right outta me. That, I did! Every time I travel to Boston, I call on Officer Mulkahey and he always cums to Protect and Serve. Protect and Serve you ask? Well, he always wears protection and he certainly serves....the purpose!