Shemale Pussy Whipped

It was a shitty day in a shitty week. The kind that made me curse my
ex-husband. He was the one who insisted we buy a house out in the
suburbs. James was a suburban boy through and through and craved the
acceptance of being gay while living out the white picket fence
lifestyle. We didn’t literally have a picket fence, but we lived on a quiet
suburban street with colonial style homes, all a hellish commute from my
job in the city.

I was the one stuck with the house and the shitty commute after the
divorce. Turns out Mr. Suburbs wanted to live out his city fun before he
turned 40. I was the only one who could buy out the mortgage, and given the
market, selling would be a hit.

Besides, I was kind of getting used to it. Even with the neighborhood women
who preferred James’ fun going personality to my buttoned-down repressed
Southern boy thing. I actually got along better with a lot of the men, from
the finance guys to the blue collar studs who’d bought into the
neighborhood before it became a bedroom community.

The one exception was Steve McCoy. Or Officer Package as James nicknamed
him on the first week we moved in. Officer McCoy worked for the local
suburban police force. Cushy gig, though I’m sure it had its headaches. I
wouldn’t say McCoy was outwardly homophobic, but he sure as hell was gruff
and standoffish. He was the only one in the neighborhood who wouldn’t talk
to us more than a grunt in reply. Figures we’d have to live right next to
an asshole. I didn’t care if having a cop in the neighborhood was good for
security, I resented the fucker each time he ignored us.

It didn’t phase James, who would just rhapsodize about the cop’s thick
muscle. When we moved to the neighborhood, McCoy was in his mid 30s, and
now he was around 40. He’d probably be strikingly handsome if he ever
smiled, but his body did the work for him, filling out the uniform,
particularly when it was short sleeve season. And there was that package:
just a heavy and round bulge that filled out the uniform trousers or was
unmistakeable in his casual shorts on the weekend.

I got out of my car and wasn’t even planning on acknowledging my neighbor,
who was in casual clothes and raking leaves in his front yard. It must have
been the officer’s day off. But as I pulled my gym bag out of the car and
slung over my shoulder, I heard his distinctive deep gravely voice. “Hey
Bill!” Steve said. “Got a minute?”

I looked up and did my best to put on a poker face, or at least to hide my
dislike for the man. But he seemed friendly as he set down the rake and
walked over. I will admit his upper body filled out the long sleeve T-shirt
nicely, and even if he had on loose football style shorts, that bulge was
unmistakeable, protruding the dark jersey fabric out big time. Officer
Package, indeed.

“Hi Steve,” I greeted, non commital, as I averted my eyes back up to his
masculine face.

“Sorry to bug you, I know you’re a busy guy, but I was just wondering if I
could borrow your circular saw sometime.”

It’s funny, I wasn’t remotely a handy guy, but once we moved into the
house, there were a ton of projects to be done, and I decided I’d teach
myself how to do all the “guy stuff.” So James did the interior design
plans, and I did the easier carpentry projects. I even had the Craftsman
tools and workbench set up in the garage, turning into my own goddamn
father.

Since the divorce, the carpentry projects had stopped. Maybe Officer
Package could get some use out of my tools.

“Sure,” I said. “Want it now?”

“No rush, Bill. Whenever,” he replied.

“If it’s easier, you can just come over and use it when you like.” I don’t
know why the hell I was being so friendly to this cop, but since it was the
first time he’d been friendly with me I wanted to reciprocate.

“Don’t wanna bother you with the noise,” he said.

“As long as it’s not past nine, the neighborhood association won’t care,
and I won’t either.” I gave him a small smile, and I realized it was my
first. “Come on, I’ll show you the space and get you a key.”

My house was built before automobiles, so the garage was detached. I only
parked inside in the height of winter, otherwise it was spacious and well
organized.

“Sweet,” Steve said as he strutted in. No mistaking, Officer McCoy walked
like a cop, even in his T-shirt and shorts.

I showed him how I organized the tools. That, I’d learned from my Dad,
along with safety in using them.

“Like I say, use em whenever you like.” I handed him a spare key.

“Wow,” he said, taking it from me and I felt the second of contact with our
fingers that gave me a thrill. Lusting after our cop neighbor had always
been William’s thing, not mine, and yet I felt IT. That flash of lust. Up
close, Officer McCoy was way hot. Muscled up but not too musclebound, five
o clock shadow shaved close, haunting hazel eyes.

And that smile of his coming out to play. “I didn’t expect this set up from
a…” he started to say before stopping himself.

A week ago I would have been offended, not now. “Don’t worry,” I assured
him. “Truth is, I didn’t expect it from myself either.”

That got a laugh from him.

“All right… I know you just got home, Bill… I’ll let you be. But thanks
a million,” he said as he tossed the key in his meaty palm before clenching
it. “I really appreciate this.”

“Any time.”

2

Steve mostly used the garage when I was at work, cutting some replacement
wood for his outdoor deck. By the end of the following week, the space had
been completely tidied up and Officer Package was at my front step Saturday
evening. He was wearing his poly-blue uniform, kevlar vest puffing out that
meaty chest more and making his posture looking more upright.

“Hey Steve,” I greeted as I opened the door and saw him. I may have jerked
off thinking about Officer McCoy over the previous week and now knew I’d be
doing that tonight. The man was just a spectacular specimen.

That specimen had a sheepish look on his face. “Hey Bill, not bugging you
am I? I just wanted to return your key.” He handed me an envelope with the
key inside.

“You sure you don’t need to use it more?” I offered, taking the envelope
from him. “You’re welcome anytime.”

“Thanks,” he smiled. “I’ll hit you up if I do. Oh… and here…” His other
hand produced a vodka bottle, a high end brand. “My little brother says gay
guys go for vodka.”

I had to laugh. This cop was trying to be nice, and yet… “Thanks,” I
said. “Wanna come in for a beer?” I offered. “If you’re off duty.”

“Off duty, and that sounds great.” He strutted in.

God, I tried not to look but that huge package was straining the blue
uniform trousers. It was obscene. I’m a top and not even a crotch
watcher. Officer McCoy was the kind of crotch you watched.

We went to the eat in kitchen area and he set down his cap as I poured him
a beer. “At least serving this in a glass lives up to a gay cliche,” I
winked. I had to let him know to ease up on the stereotyping.

He blushed. “Sorry, man. I can be an oaf.”

I gave a reassuring look. “For what it’s worth, the vodka will get good
use. I appreciate it.”

We made small talk. I learned his basics. McCoy grew up in the area. His
dad was police chief, and Steve knew he wanted to follow in his father’s
footsteps. I asked him how it was being a police officer in a sleepy suburb
like this.

“Yeah, it’s pretty quiet, but I swear those biddies call you in for every
fuckin’ thing… pardon my French.”

“I’m fluent in French, too, Steve,” I assured him. “I don’t think I could
deal with the busybodies.”

He paused as if he wasn’t sure if he should share. “Maybe I shouldn’t tell
you, Bill, but they gossip a lot about you.”

I shrugged. “I gossip a lot about them, so we’re even.”

That made him laugh, a real belly laugh. “You’re all right, man. I love how
you don’t take shit from people.”

“I try not to.”

I learned Steve was a HUGE football fan. I told him I was raised on SEC
football though was following the city’s pro team more these days. That
brightened up him.

“I usually get Sundays off… let me know if you’d like to watch the game
sometime.”

“I’d like that. For real. Only…”

“What?”

“If you’re coming over here, you’ll have to make do with vodka-soda and
crudite,” I deadpanned.

“Touche, buddy.”

He finished up his drink and said he had to be going. “Thanks for the beer,
Bill.” He stood up, looking hot as fuck in his uniform, biceps popping and
stretching the sleeve. And that fuckin’ package. “Maybe tomorrow I’ll see
if you’re around for the game.”

Officer McCoy had gone from gruff and standoffish to best buddy.

“Sure, I’ll be here, Steve.”

I walked him to the door and he got that quiet tone again. “Listen, Bill,
I’m sorry about the divorce. Not my business, really. But I just wanted you
to know.”

“I appreciate that, Steve.”

He was gone not even five minutes and I had my sweats around my ankles and
cock in hand, flogging away thinking about Officer Package. I could even
hear his deep voice in my head while I imagined him, uniform up top, naked
from the waist down…. lifting those meaty legs.

I shot hard.

“Fucking A,” I hissed, looking for a kleenex to clean up the thick semen
from my fingers and chest.

3

It was a strange standing date in a way. Sunday game day. Each and every
Sunday. I didn’t normally day drink, but I did with Steve, though I
alternated soda or non-alcoholic beer to pace myself. I didn’t want Monday
morning to be hell.

It took four weeks before he opened up. About being a loner. About having
no one in his life. I listened and tried to be encouraging.

“Can I be honest, Steve?” I stared. “You’re a very good looking man, and
I’m pretty sure there’s more than one woman out there who’d think so.” I
took a sip of beer and leaned back. I made damn sure not to be lecherous
then, though I could easily let myself go there. Rather than a team jersey,
the cop had on a more fitting team-logo T-shirt that clung to all that
muscle. And there was that huge lump in his sweats.

“Yeah,” he admitted. There was a self-pitying tone which I didn’t get.

“And once you get past the gruff exterior, you’re a nice guy.”

He nodded and looked at me. “I could say the same thing about you, Bill.”

That caught me off guard. “What do you mean?”

He shrugged. “You kind of walk around like you have a stick up your ass
sometimes. Uptight, you know…. sorry, man…. you’re not the only guy
like that in this neighborhood.”

My initial impulse was to say fuck you, but I took it in. “I learn to keep
my defenses up,” I said. “I didn’t want to move to the burbs, but it was
James’ idea… maybe I brought that negative energy with me.”

“You gonna move?” he asked before taking a sip from his beer.

“Not soon,” I said. “Too much change, and the house is the one thing I like
in my life.”

“I’ll throw it right back at ya, buddy…. you’re a good looking man, and
I’m sure there’s more than one dude who thinks so.”

Those hazel eyes looked at me in a way that left me unsure… I couldn’t
get carried away. McCoy was just being supportive.

“Thanks, man.”

Half time was over. This was just the 4:00 game, and our team was the
evening one that day. We watched and chatted, mostly about the
game. Football was one sport I’d learned, in order to adapt and fit in as a
gay guy in my Southern college. Now I loved it, and Steve seemed
surprised. And strangely, I enjoyed being able to watch the game without
James’ catty comments.

I ordered a pizza. It was our deal. If Steve was hosting, I’d buy dinner,
and vice versa.

We scarfed it down and Steve cleared the plates and brought a fresh beer in
time for kickoff.

I could tell Steve was pounding back the beers. More than normal. He was
watching the game, but there was a strange quiet about him. I did enjoy
geting more chance to look at his amazing body, half reclined into the sofa
seat, legs spread and that big package on display.

A thought occurred to me that maybe Steve was too hung and had problem
finding women who could take his monster cock. There was always a gay guy
who’d be up for the challenge, but I didn’t know how women were. Straight
sex was a big mystery to me.

He finally looked over and I felt caught staring. I tried to pass it off.

“You good on the beer, man?” Steve didn’t really need another but he’d
finished his.

He nodded. “Thanks, Bill. I’ll have another.”

I came back with two fresh cans. I didn’t alternate with water for this
round, though maybe I should.

A commercial came on, and Steve muted it.

“I’m gonna regret this,” he said. “But there’s a reason I’m alone, Bill.”

“Yeah?” I asked. I didn’t know where this was going. Maybe the cop just
needed someone he could talk to.

His face blushed as he reached into his sweatpants. I watched as he
extracted a round plastic cup, like a jock protector. He set it aside on
the table and look at me with drunken embarrassment.

I took a look and Officer Package no longer had a package. The sweats
fabric lay flat on his crotch.

Steve looked at me with a vulnerability that melted my heart.

“So what, Steve, a lot of guys have smaller dicks. It’s not a big deal,
really.”

He shook his head. “I have a fuckin’ pussy, Bill.”

I didn’t follow, and he could read the confusion in my face.

“It’s some rare genetic shit. My little brother has one, too. A real
pussy.”

I watched, as if in slow motion, as he slid his sweat pants down. I saw the
rock hard stomach, and the stomach fur that thickened into dark brown
crotch hair. Then as he pushed the sweats all the way down and spread his
thick thighs, there it was. Officer McCoy had no cock but a real
honest-to-god vagina. Mounded pussy lips dusted in his brown fur and a
moist pink interior between the folds.

I never was into women or their genitals. Never had a remote interest or
curiosity about pussy. But I boned instantly at the sight. The blood
drained from my face and I felt light headed. I looked up from that cunt to
Steve’s nervous face. “That’s the hottest fucking thing I’ve ever seen,
Steve,” I croaked. “Sorry.”

“Don’t be sorry,” he muttered. He started to reach down to pull his sweats
back up but instead stopped, letting me have a longer look. “You really
like it?”

I nodded dumbly and leaned back so he could see the hardon in my jeans. It
made him smile and I watched as he kicked off the sweats and spread his
legs wider.

My whole body felt hot. I had no idea this was possible, but even more I
was surprised by how turned on I was by Steve’s cunt. I stared between his
and felt my heart pound as I watched the pussy lips part slightly.

I finally looked back up at Steve, who was in lust but also amused by my
reaction.

“It’s the first pussy I’ve seen in real life,” I said.

“I guess you don’t have a lot to compare it to, then,” he said simply.

I shook my head. “I dunno, Steve, your pussy is just fuckin… masculine.”

That made him smile and relax.

“Can I get a closer look?” I asked.

“Please do, Bill.” His voice was heavy in lust now. It was weird, because I
knew how men felt and expressed sexual excitement, but in some way I
wondered if having a vagina would change that.

I got in front of him and knelt down on the floor. The game was back on,
but Steve’s hazel eyes were on me as I leaned in. I had no idea what this
would taste like but my tongue slid forward and lapped at his folds.

“Fuck yes,” the cop hissed. His upper body tensed and his legs spread
totally wide.

I licked further, up and down, tongue the insides of the pussy. I always
loved to rim, but I was having to learn my way around a cunt. More area to
cover and explore. I tongued Steve and pulled back, now able to see the
clit pop up and visible. I didn’t know what the fuck I was doing, but I
copied some porn and fingered his vagina while I licked around the excited
nub.

All of a sudden I felt Officer McCoy’s strong hands grip my skull. “Oh
fuck.. he hissed. God, Bill… keep going….”

I did. Slurping his clit and frigging him with two fingers. A pussy was
much more elastic than an ass hole.

“OH FUUUCK!” This wasn’t a straight porn squeal, it was a deep rumble as
the office orgasmed.

I finally pulled back. My fingers were creamy wet with his juices and
saliva ran down my chin. It was lewd as fuck.

The man caught his breath, that meaty chest rising and falling as he looked
down at me with pure gratitude.

“Dude… you know your way around a cunt. Fuck.”

I smiled. I was bone hard but I wanted to keep this going. I gestured to
the TV. “Maybe I can do it again during half time?”

He laughed. “Fuck yeah you can.”

I scooted back to my side of the couch, wiping my chin and taking a sip of
beer. I was so horny, but I was like a kid with a new toy.

Steve too. He kept his sweats off. The contrast between the built upper
body and his football team T and the hairy legs and cunt in between was
going to drive me wild. I tried to watch the game but barely could focus.

Steve couldn’t either. I noticed his hand slip down between his legs as he
started fingering himself. We were a minute short of half time when he
looked over. “Can I see your cock, Bill?” he asked with a quiet horniness.

I unzipped and wasted no time pushing my jeans down. I was rock hard and
dripping a lot.

“Fuck, that’s big,” he said.

I removed my jeans entirely and spread my legs, showing off my boner. I’m
decently hung, and Steve’s comment pumped my ego.

“You don’t know how thrilled I am this happened, Steve,” I said.

“Night’s not over, Bill,” he said.

I watched as he moved over and straddled my waist.

Of all the surprises of the night, Steve McCoy initiating a kiss was
probably the biggest. He kissed like a man, impetuous and horny, even as
his pussy sought out my hardon and sank down.

I grunted into his mouth as he rode me. Up and down. I pumped into him,
too, wanting that first sensation of pussy on my dick, but the position
meant the cop was doing most of the driving. Working me in steady fuck
motions, sucking the cum out of my balls.

I grunted into his mouth as I came, and I felt his own body get excited. My
cop neighbor was orgasming a second time, on my cock.

We were both lightheaded and tipsy as we uncoupled. I watched with some
regret as Steve found his sweatpants and pulled them back on. As I got
dressed again, I watched him walk out and worried he was freaking out. But
he came back with a couple of waters, one of which he downed in one go.

“I hope you can keep a secret, Bill.”

“You know I can,” I said. “Thanks for sharing with me.”

He grinned. “I had no idea about you, man. You seem so mild mannered, and
yet you went wild.”

“That’s what James always said,” I said, before I could stop myself.

Somehow the spell was broken and the mood shifted. We watched the game
quietly, until our team gave up the lead in the 4th quarter. Then we were
yelling at the TV.

4

I was able to work from home on Mondays, and it kind of happened. A late
West Coast game on Sunday night, me and Steve fucking in my bed, and me
offering him to sleep over in my bed. There was a hesitation, then an “OK.”

I still didn’t know what Officer McCoy and I were doing. We were buddies,
neighbors, and lovers. We had a standing date for Football Sunday, which
inevitably meant I’d get him off multiple times with cunnilingus during the
games. I’d hold off fucking him if I could, though one Sunday we were super
horny and just went at it before the games, before the beer.

By December he realized that keeping his pants off during the game could be
enough to get me going for more.

I’d missed sleeping the full night with a man, which I’d not actually done
since James, despite my period of casual sex post divorce. So it was a
treat to feel his warm masculine body in my bed. No good night kiss,
though: Steve McCoy didn’t kiss unless it was during sex or leading up to
it. There were a lot of things that Steve didn’t do.

I am an early riser, and I guess Steve wasn’t, so I lay in bed patiently,
something I never did with James. I woke up with morning wood, but enjoyed
the contentment of having that hunky cop sleeping next to me and listening
to his breathing. After an hour or so, I be rewarded when he stirred and
scooted over to me, turning to a spoon position.

I didn’t peg McCoy as the cuddling type, but he probably didn’t peg me as
the pussy type. His muscle felt warm as I wrapped my arms around him. I
could still smell the aftershave-like body wash or cologne or whatever he
used.

“MMm,” Steve said in his morning voice.

I held onto that thick muscle. Steve didn’t open up a lot, but I knew he
felt like a freak. He compensated for the lack of a dick in so may ways,
but his dedication in the gym was part of it. Getting enough muscle so that
guys wouldn’t fuck with him. Or question his masculinity.

I didn’t question it in the least, maybe that’s why Steve and I clicked. I
gently caressed that furry muscle.

“Feels nice, buddy,” he said. Then, “You’re really hard.”

“Always am next to you, man.” I traced my fingers over his nipple, enjoying
feeling it firm up. “But I wanna enjoy this.”

“Yeah…”

He snuggled back against me as I explored his body. Up and down, from arms
to lower abs and back again.

“You know…” he said, now fully awake. “I’ve only been with two women.”

My exploring hand stopped for a second. Steve had been VERY resistant to
talking about his dating past. I gathered there was some traumatic
experiences in his attempts. “Yeah?” I prompted.

“One was asexual and I thought it would work, but I realized that just
because I had a cunt didn’t mean I was without a sex drive,” he
explained. “The other was a bi woman. I thought that was the solution but
holy hell she kept getting on me about communicating, and I don’t
know… that shit just shuts me down.”

I wanted to tell him that he was communicating with me right then, but I
knew where he was coming from.

“James was the better one at communicating,” I said. “But he also lied to
me.”

I felt Steve’s muscular body shift in my arms. “He cheat on you, man?”

I patted his strong abs. “Nah. I honestly think he didn’t know what he
wanted. He was younger, and I’m sure there are young guys who are mature,
but James wasn’t one of em.”

“Don’t take this the wrong way, Bill, but I get really pissed when I think
about him leaving you.”

“Aw buddy,” I said, emotion heavy. Officer McCoy’s way of talking was
rubbing off on me. “It wasn’t just a one-way split,” I said. “We both had
our issues.”

He nodded but continued. “But he left you here in this town… you’re a
fuckin fish out of water, dude.”

I patted his rock hard belly. Jesus, McCoy was gonna inspire me to double
up on core at the gym. “Guess so…. but I wouldn’t have met you if I
hadn’t moved here and stayed here… sorry, Steve, I know that’s the wrong
thing to say.”

“I’m a little messed in the head, Bill…. but thanks.”

I kissed his neck. It was affectionate, but for all the real talk, I was
crazy horny. “Did I spoil the mood?”

“Unh un,” he relied, that deep voice cracking. “Goddamn, Bill, my pussy is
so wet right now… just having you hold me.”

My dick surged at the lewdness of those words. My hand pushed down, over
that crotch fur until it connected with his mounds. I was learning not to
overstimulate his clit, but my thick fingers brushed over it before getting
to the honeypot of his slit.

“AW FUCK!” he hissed the second I made contact. I teased the folds, moving
my body in bed a little so I could angle my arm into position, then I
pressed into him. “Shit, yes.”

Officer McCoy had been instructing me, and I’d been an eager student. Gay
dude learning how to treat a pussy. Learning when to go slow and when to
really go for it.

“I love your pussy, Steve. God.”

“I know buddy,” came a soft chuckle. “My pussy loves you too… oh fuck
yes.”

I was now didding him. Copying some cheesy hetero porn film. I’d been
watching more of them, though I tried to find some amateur ones, since I
thought they’d correspond more to what a pussy actually enjoys.

I kissed more openly along his neck and felt his back press back against
me. My hot cop was loving this, lifting his right let to give me full
access. I’d taken my lessons and now was jilling him off. Making it about
his pleasure, and hopefully orgasm. I didn’t rush it though. I enjoyed the
sensations of his snatch against my hand as I fingered him rhtyhmically and
rubbed my palm against his mound and clit.

Steve may have had a cunt, but his orgasm was distinctly a man’s. Muscles
tensing, urgency in his hand that clasped over the one jilling him off. He
wasn’t verbal as he came, but Steve’s deep cries grew loud and echoed off
my bedroom walls as he orgasmed.

We lay there a second and I withdrew my fingers. I brought them up to taste
his pussy on them. This was a new thing for me, too. Off-putting at first,
now I enjoyed it. Different than cum, but the same sexual thrill.

I scooted back. Maybe he’d want to get up and get started on his day, but I
hoped I could get my rocks off too.

I didn’t need to worry. McCoy turned toward me and pulled me into an
intense kiss. Sucking my tongue in and pressing his back into my
mouth. Strong hands pulling at my body, pulling me on top of him. Already
his legs were spreading for me, accepting me into the missionary mount
position.

I wanted to do this without more foreplay. I kissed and took top position
as I did my best to find his snatch with my cock unguided. It took a look
of moving around but soon I was entering the cop’s amazing pussy once more.

“Yes, Bill,” he hissed. “Fuck me.”

I can’t make any great claim I’m the best lover in the world, but I copied
my topping technique with guys, doing what James loved. Slow and deep and
hard pumps. Rhytmic and regular, until I varied the pace to keep him
guessing.

Officer McCoy LOVED that. “Oh fuck,” he hissed.

I did that for a bit then needed to get off bad. It was back to regular
missionary pumping. My hips moving quickly, thrusting in and out of that
velvet pussy.

The rocking against his clit combined with the g-spot stimulation got McCoy
off again, just as I was getting my own release. That simultaneous orgasm
was magical. I had tried not to get carried away, but at that second I
realized I was in love with Steve.

Which made the aftermath harder. Steve grew super quiet and got up. “I
should go,” he said.

“OK,” I replied. My head wasn’t fully processing. I’d just had the best sex
of my life, and I was being abandoned like it was a one-night
stand. Reluctantly, I got up to make some coffee while my cop buddy got
dressed.

He walked into the kitchen all dressed, cup back in place to create the
package in his jeans. I offered him a cup, but he shook his head.

“I think I should watch next week’s game on my own,” he said brusquely.

“OK,” I said. My defenses kicked in and my voice was curt and my face
getting that bitch face stare.

He gave me a scowl in return. “I’m not a faggot, Bill.”

My bitch face was gone. My normal impulse kicked in. “Don’t call me
that. Ever.”

He sighed. “Yeah.” It wasn’t an apology, but as close as I’d get. “I just
got carried away.” I knew he was talking about more than the F-word. He
gave me a pained expression and added, “Take care, Bill.”

5

I made three New Year’s Resolutions a couple of weeks early.

One. I really hit the gym. I was in my mid 40s now and needed to work on my
DILF bod. Eventually I’d be ready to get back on the market again, but for
now I needed to work on me.

Two. I started getting my house ready for sale. It wouldn’t make sense to
list it before spring, but I’d do what I could now. It was time to move on,
out of this godforsaken suburb. Well, at times, I really loved the place
but would never meet gay men there.

Three. I tried getting over Officer McCoy. Easier said than done. Cop porn
is really hot, and my mind wandered too easily to Steve as I jerked to it.

At least I easily avoided running into my neighbor. It was winter dark when
I got home, and the extra hours at the gym or visiting friends in the city
meant I wasn’t crossing paths with Steve.

He crossed paths with me, though. It was almost February when a knock came
at my door, not five minutes after I got home.

“Hey,” I said with surprise when I opened the door to see Steve, in full
uniform, standing ruddy cheeked from the cold. His vulnerability added to
how attractive he was at that moment.

“Hey Bill…. I just want to apologize for what I said, and the way I
acted. And for taking so long to say sorry.”

I gave a soft smile. “Apology accepted, Steve. Thank you.” I could have
said good night and shut the door, but I asked, “Everything good with you?”

He nodded. “Pretty good. Too bad our guys didn’t make it to the Super
Bowl.”

“Next year,” I said.

Our eyes connected. Those hazel eyes of Steve’s seemed to draw me in.

“Yeah,” he said. He took a breath. “Bill… if I can press my luck… can I
ask you on a date sometime?”

He expected a no or a “fuck no” or at least some hesitation. Instead, I
replied almost immediately, “I’d like that.”

That smile in return melted my heart. Steve McCoy may have been the wrong
man for me, but I was still in love with him. “Sunday?” he asked. “Maybe a
real date, not just the game.” That Sunday was the Pro Bowl game anyway.

“Sounds perfect,” I said. I didn’t want to kill the mood but my craving for
this man was intense. “Any chance I could press my luck, too?”

He cocked a grin. “Whaddya mean?”

I leaned in. “I’d love to eat you out, Steve.” I pulled back to see how
that request landed.

He chuckled. “Now?”

“Right fucking now,” I assured him. “Come on in, and I’ll go down on you. I
don’t need anything else now. I just miss your pussy.”

He got a horny, quiet expression on his handsome face. “It misses you, too,
Bill.”

I led him inside and we kissed. Officer McCoy was a good kisser and somehow
was getting better. I felt up the cool fabric of his uniform winter jacket,
which made his upper body bulkier.

“Where you wanna…?” he asked with a laugh. There was definitely the
awkwardness of starting where we left off.

“Bedroom,” I said. “It’ll be more comfortable.”

He nodded and removed his service gun, setting it on the table. He
sauntered in back to my room. I don’t know if they teach that gait at
Police Academy or if it came natural to McCoy. It was enough to give me a
boner in my work trousers.

He sat on my bed with a playful grin. “Here… or you want me on my back?”

“There,” I said, taking a pillow to kneel on.

Steve undid his belt while I removed his leather shoes. We hadn’t talked
about uniforms or their effect on me. Cops probably know anyway.

I helped him pull off those blue trousers, revealing the knotted furry legs
and the briefs packed with that fake bulge. Steve was now reaching in to
grip the cup and pull it out. He tossed it aside on the bed and slid down
the underwear. I helped them all the way off.

God, there it was. That magnificent masculine cunt. Steve had trimmed his
bush, so the pussy mounds were coated with even layer of soft brown
hairs. He spread his thick powerful thighs to reveal the folds and the
moistness within. The contrast with his uniform shirt and coat was just
incredible.

I looked up into his hazel eyes. “That’s so amazing, Steve.”

“Eat me, Bill.”

I scooted forth and started just licking away.

“Oh shit… fuck!” Steve was enjoying my tongue work.

I placed my hands on his tree trunk thighs and held onto a good perch as I
now slurped and tongued his cunt. I’d watched a lot of straight porn and
ready about pussy eating technique. That may have helped, but Steve’s pussy
had a sexual response of its own, his own sexual hardwiring. And there was
the psychological aspect of sex after two months’ absence. I felt his body
tense while my tongue worked up his pleasure.

“God, Bill… you’re gonna make me cum… oh god yeah… like that… right
fucking there…. AAWWW”

There was the familiar manly cry of sexual pleasure I give this hunky cop
his orgasm.

His fingers now softly massaged my neck and cheek as I softly lapped at the
outer folds, away from his most sensitive parts. I pulled back. The up
close view of his spit wet labia and the creamy pussy was incredible, and
so was the view of his dark blue uniform shirt obscuring the crotch hair.

“I can stop,” I said.

He laughed. “Don’t on my account.” His fingers now massaged my hair,
lovingly.

So I ate him out some more. I took my time and enjoyed it. I made sure
Steve enjoyed it. He came again and slowly we started it up once more. I
took a break a couple of time just so I could get the full effect of his
half-dressed body.

“I should have let you eat me out in uniform before,” Officer McCoy
laughed.

“You have NO idea how hot this is for me,” I replied.

“Yeah, buddy?”

I leaned back and showed off the shank of hardon on my trousers.

“You sure you don’t need to get off?” he asked with concern.

“Maybe in a bit…. this is about you.” I looked back at his cunt, and a
curiosity got the best of me. “Only….”

“Yeah, man?”

“Lie back and lift your legs.”

“I don’t know.” There was some hesitation in his voice, real hesitation.

“Come on, please,” I coaxed him. “If you don’t like it I can stop.”

He gave a nod. Indulgent and I watched his big hunky body recline back onto
his haunches. He half lifted his legs and let me guide them the rest of the
way up.

Steve’s pussy was pretty good size, big gash and folds fitting the size of
his meaty body. But the asshole beneath was a tight, clenched star
surrounded by a ring of fur. I licked there and felt a rush of hormones
pump through my body. I loved eating hole, and it had been too long.

“Damn, buddy… that’s freaky as fuck.”

I pulled back. Not enough to be able to see his face, but I still
asked. “Too much?”

“Nah… feels good. Go for it.”

So I did. Unzipping, I wrestled out my aching cock while I rimmed this hot
cop. I wouldn’t say this was better than his pussy, but it felt primal to
me in a different way. I licked maybe a minute around his pucker, until I
felt my orgasm.

“Get it, buddy!” Steve urged.

And I did, feeling semen spill out over my fingers, some shooting against
the side of the bed. I felt hot and so turned on. Even without penetration
it was an incredible orgasm.

I was flush red when I pulled back and saw Steve’s amused expression. “You
really loved that, buddy, huh?” he asked. Goddamn, he was still half
dressed in uniform and naked from the waist down.

I nodded. “Let me get you off again.”

“You already got me to cum twice.”

“You spent?” I asked, climbing up onto the bed to kiss him.

“Nah,” he replied before our lips met.

My cummy fingers found his snatch. He grunted into my mouth as they
penetrated him. I don’t know how much was the feeling of the fingering and
how much was the idea I was pushing my cum inside his snatch.

We made out, and I fingered him and massaged his clit with my palm. And
like that Officer Cunt gave it up for a third time.

His face was sleepy-content looking afterwards, his short hair matted
down. “I really should go,” he said. “I was NOT expecting this.”

My endorphins were high. “Me either. Damn.”

“Yeah. Damn.” He reached over and touched my dick. I was still half
hard. “You’re the biggest man I’ve ever been with.”

That surprised me. “There been a lot?”

“Three,” he answered. “You’re the first gay guy though.” He let go of my
dick and got off the bed, looking for his discarded briefs. “I always went
for the straight bodybuilder types. But they didn’t look at me as a
man. Wanted me to wear lingerie and shit.”

I wiped off and tucked back in. “You’re all man, Steve,” I assured
him. That made him smile.

He hiked his uniform trousers back on. I was glad to see him get dressed,
since I was in danger of sexual overstimulation myself. “I’ll leave the cup
here in case I need a spare, OK?” he asked.

I smiled. “Sure thing… I’ll be in touch about Sunday,” I said. “Or are
you the kind of guy who likes to plan the date?” It was a joke, but I also
knew Steve had some issues about masculine and feminine roles.

He shrugged. “My first real date with a man, Bill. I don’t know what the
fuck I’m doing.”

“We’ll figure it out, OK?”

“Yeah.”

Steve retrieved his gun and made sure he had everything before leaving my
place. His voice got quiet when he turned to face me. “So, Bill… I’ve
never asked… but why did things end with you and James?”

“Lots of things,” I sighed. “But you know, I think when he was in his 20s
he wanted a guy like me. Stable, no drama, head on my shoulders, you know?”

“Stick up your ass?” he wisecracked.

I laughed. “Exactly. And that’s the thing. James didn’t really want that. I
was too boring, too uptight. Who knows… maybe his manic energy got on my
nerves over time, too.”

“Sorry for being nosy.”

I shook my head. “I want you to know about me, Steve.”

He smiled and me for a last kiss before he was out the door.

Maybe it was clingy but ten minutes later I texted the guy. “So great
seeing you Steve.”

6

I was nervous to meet Steve’s parents. Mr. McCoy was just the picture you’d
have in your head of a retired police chief. Gray hair, strong body gone to
seed a little, gruffly masculine features getting just a little softer with
age. He had an iron grip as he shook my hand. “Bill… Frank McCoy… great
to meet you.”

Mrs. McCoy was the opposite, a little shy, though after an hour or so a
brash sense of humor came out. I liked her.

I could see a lot of both of his parents in Steve. My boyfriend was nervous
as hell. He was 38 and this was the first man he’d brought home. And only
the third person period. If I was inclined to be nervous, Steve’s emotions
overrode my fears and made me attentive to what was going on with him. I
tried not to be too open with affection, all while communicating with body
language how serious it was between me and Officer McCoy.

There was a lot of small talk that afternoon and over dinner. The McCoys
asking me fifty million questions about me, about my small hometown in the
South, or the work I did.

“Steve says you’re divorced,” Frank McCoy said.

“Frank!” Mrs. McCoy admonished.

“It’s OK,” I assured her. “Yeah, I was with a guy for ten years, married
for three.”

“Dude was a frickin’ idiot for letting this one go,” Steve said. It was
touching as hell. He’d expressed that sentiment before, but to hear him be
open in front of his parents was a huge step.

The talk moved to being about his parents and how they were enjoying
retirement and their golf game and the weather in Florida. Frank asked
Steve about news back home and there was some shop talk about the local PD.

Steve offered to help his mom with the dishes and to clean up. Frank leaned
to whisper in my ear. “Let’s go talk.”

Uh oh.

But as the man led me outside, his voice got quiet and emotional. “Look
after my boy will ya, Bill? He’s had a hard time of it.”

“Yes, sir,” I replied. My Southern upbringing coming back in spades. “I
will. Promise.”

I realized then that indeed Steve brought out my protective streak. One I
sort of had with James, though that hadn’t worked out.

It was late when we finally left to go back to our hotel.

“I got an early tee time tomorrow, son,” Frank said as he clapped Steve on
the shoulder. “Sure you don’t wanna join me at the club while you’re down
here?”

“Nah, Dad. Thanks. I wanna hit the beach. I haven’t had a real vacation in
like forever.”

“Well, you boys come on over again before you leave, OK?”

“Will do, Dad.”

Steve drove us back to the hotel. I’d learn he liked to do the driving,
much like I always insisted with James. Funny how those dynamics emerge.

“Thanks for doing that,” Steve said.

“No need to thank me. They’re lovely people.”

He grimaced. “It’s a big step for me, you know.”

“I know, Steve.” I patted his knee.

He drove quietly, then added. “I really didn’t wanna be gay, Bill.”

I could be supportive, but he had to know what I felt. “I didn’t have a
fucking choice.”

The gruff cop tone in his voice came out. “Guess not…. if you can be
patient with me… I’d like you to show me how to do it.”

“Do what?” There was something so honest and upfront about the way Steve
McCoy approached life, but I wasn’t following what he was going on about.

He shrugged. “Be in a gay relationship. Hang out with your gay
friends. Whatever other stuff you need me to do.”

“It’s about what we both need, Steve,” I said. I was glad for his openness,
but I didn’t like the idea of sacrifice.

“I fuckin know, Bill… but you make me happy. I want to make you happy,
too.”

“We’ll see what works.”

It was late when we got to our room. We stepped out on the balcony and I
held him from behind as we looked out over the ocean. We weren’t in the
mood for sex, but he needed this physical connection, and I did too.

Even as we got ready for bed, and Steve pulled out the cup from his briefs,
I was sexually enthralled by this man but not horny. We turned out the
lights and he scooted back for me to hold him.

“I love you, Steve,” I said.

“I love you, too, Bill.”

My cop boyfriend was out like a light, but I had a hard time sleeping. I
worried about our relationship. And even if Steve eventually rolled over to
his side of the bed and I to mine, I was rock hard. My libido had come back
and I kept thinking of how fucking hunky he was and that amazing pussy
between his legs and how Steve always seemed to need sex.

He could do better, I worried. Maybe that’s why I got him off multiple
times a day if we had the chance. To keep him interested in me.

For the first time ever I slept in. I only woke when I felt Steve’s damp
body climb back into bed.

I stirred to see a guilty look on his face, like he was trying to sneak
something.

“Hey, buddy,” he grinned, reaching down along my stomach to grip my morning
wood.

“Hey yourself,” I said, waking up quickly. “Someone’s horny.”

He nodded. “I thought I’d give you what you’ve been missing.”

“I’m not missing a damn thi…” Only it clicked. “Fuck, you’re serious?”

He grinned. “You wanna, right? Just go easy, OK?”

I nodded like an excited puppy as I felt up his shower-damp muscle and
pulled him in for a kiss. It was like a lot of mornings, make out time,
feeling each other up, him feeling up my cock, me fingering his pussy.

Only now as I got into a mounting position on top of him and kissed my way
down, Steve pulled his legs all the way back. I couldn’t resist some
tonguing of his exposed cunt, which he’d shaved smooth for a change. I
didn’t know if I liked that better, probably not, but I enjoyed the
variety. Steve did too.

“Damn, Bill, your tongue feels amazing.”

I let him enjoy the cunnilingus for a bit more before I ventured
lower. Steve hiked his hips up for me and I helped by placing a pillow
beneath.

I’d rimmed him before. Steve always enjoyed it, though it was more for my
pleasure. I went deeper at it now, tasting the clean hole he prepared for
me. I went a little wild even, like I used to with James.

“You miss this?” I heard him ask.

I pulled back, placing my thumb at his pucker. He was virgin tight but
relaxed in a way virgin tight holes can be until the main event.

“I had years of craving ass,” I answered. “That doesn’t go away.”

“Guess not,” the cop said in a tone that suggested he didn’t really get
it. But he twisted his upper body and reached for the lube he’d set
out. “You know what you’re doing right?” he asked as he handed it to me.

“I know what I’m doing,” I assured him. “You’re not my first cherry to
break in.”

“James?” he asked.

I laughed and shook my head. “James was a committed bottom when I met
him. I’ve been with two virgins.”

The idea seemed to turn Steve on.

I took my sweet time. SLOW fingering as I applied more lube and pushed it
inside him. The contrast with his pussy made the asshole seem even
tighter. It was also a thrill to see his moist cunt above my hand, a
reminder I was getting Steve’s private second hole.

After I worked three fingers inside, I figured it was now or never. I went
crazy slow until I popped inside and then I held my hips very still.

“You got this,” I urged my boyfriend.

“Feel good?” he asked through the discomfort. He was doing this for me.

“Incredible, buddy.”

He relaxed and I was able to work more and more dick into his ass. I swear
I could see his pussy twitch and that clit pop out. Finally I leaned
forward as I bottomed out and kissed him. Steve kissed me back, hard.

I went easy fucking him. I knew I wouldn’t have to go hard, it was all such
a crazy thrill. Still, once I got him opened up enough for me, I wanted a
different position. I usually fucked Steve missionary, and now that I was
in his ass instead of his cunt, taking him from behind might work better.

I asked if he was OK with that. “This is for you, Bill,” he said.

I wished it was for him, too, but who was I kidding. I watched him get into
a doggy position and I slowly entered him again.

I held his hips steady and fucked more steadily. Steve now reached down to
masturbate himself while I fucked faster. I was almost cumming, from the
virgin tightness and the realization I was fucking a cop up the ass. MY
cop. My Steve. Then I crossed over into an intense orgasm and heavy
ejaculation inside him.

I leaned down to kiss the back of his neck. “Thank you,” I hissed.

I slowly pulled out and saw a happy look on his face. “Everything you
wanted?” he asked.

I nodded like a dumb kid. “How was it for you?”

“I liked it OK,” he answered truthfully. “Once you got in at least. I won’t
say it gets me off.”

“I can…” I offered. I was definitely a people pleaser in bed.

“Later,” he cut me off. “This morning was about you. I don’t think I’ve
seen you that excited in a while.”

I let him shower up again. I worried he’d have hangups about being fucked
in the ass, but he seemed in a good mood as he slipped on his skimpy swim
trunks. He had a special lifelike prosthetic now that he used as much as
the cup, a realistic soft cock and balls that if anything was sized up to a
bigger bulge. He admitted he wanted guys to think he was the one fucking
me. I told him they’d probably assume that anyway.

It was a perfect day at the beach. I’d gotten my rocks off good, but I
still got turned on by seeing Steve’s muscle body displayed on the beach. I
was the luckiest man on Earth.

Sex wasn’t exactly the thing on his mind, though. “So, I’m guessing the
neighborhood is going to have a field day if we move in together.”

I leaned up on my beach towel and looked at him. “Is that a possibility?”

He gave me a smile. “I wasn’t sure if you’d wanna, Bill, but yeah. It is.”

“I’m a hard man to live with, Steve McCoy.”

“Not as hard as me. So we’re even, right?”

“If you say so,” I smiled.

“I say so.” I saw the glint in his hazel eyes. “Whaddya say about going
back to the room?”

I nodded. I might not be able to cum again so soon after the epic orgasm
that morning, but I’d at least be able to get it up for another fuck.

We embraced and kissed in the air conditioned room. Impetuously, Steve
slipped off his trunks, and that prosthetic fell out. He stood before me
naked and hairy and magnificent. Lust was burning in his eyes.

“Eat my cunt, Bill.”

My mouth went dry. I nodded and crouched down. We’d never done this with
him standing but Steve lifted one leg and rested his foot on the chair to
give me room get in there. I munched away. I felt at home in this cop’s
shaved pussy. And I loved how urgently he gripped my skull and held my face
tight against his folds as he got closer to cumming.

“Holy SHIT!” he cried aloud as he came. “Fuck fuck.”

I gave a couple more laps then gave him a break. My face was coated in spit
and his juices. Steve didn’t care, he pulled me up and kissed me deeply.

“You, my man, have a gift,” he muttered softly.

“And you have a magic pussy,” I said back. “I can’t get enough.”

He grinned. “You wanna fuck it now? Or wait till later?”

“Later,” I said. “Only I gotta get my boner to go down before heading back
to the beach.”

Steve stepped back and looked at the erection in my swim trunks. “That is
pretty fuckin obscene, buddy.” He kissed me again before picking up his
fake genitals to stuff back into his suit.

I reached down to pinch the base of my erection. The trick usually worked
to get me soft and it did that day. Steve was adjusting the prosthetic in
his suit to make it look like a real bulge.

“You OK with everything, Bill? You know, getting serious?”

“Tell me what I gotta do, Officer, and I’ll make it work. For real.”

My hunky boyfriend then leaned in and whispered something lewd and
obscenely sexual into my ear. Something private, just for us.

I got a big smile and nodded. “Yeah, I can do that. For sure.”

That’s when I knew I had met my Man.