The Town Cop

One Horny Afternoon

I don't know what's worse. The fact that even though all the windows in my house are open and I'm buck ass naked I am still sweating enough to make a kiddy pool full of sweat for my dog. Or the fact that Raymond a married man with kids touched my dick and made me touch his AND  has given me his number. It's a good toss up. Somehow I feel like Charlie (my dog) heard my thoughts and shivered at the thought of him swimming in a pool of my sweat. 

First things first, this air conditioning has to be fixed. 

After what seemed like hours on the phone with the repair man he finally hangs up. It'll be a good 30 minutes before he gets here so I decide to flop down on the leather couch in my living room. Immediately I regret the buck ass naked thing, because my couch was in front of the west window, and at 4pm in the afternoon that baby was cookin'. I curse and jump back up opting to throw a blanket down on the couch that was more like a stove top oven. I scroll through my Instagram for a bit before gaining enough courage to begin texting numbers. Actually, lets be honest, I just really wanna see the cop's dick again. I mean can you really blame me? I haven't had sex with a guy like ever. It was easier for me just to lay low and keep my sexuality a secret. However, a good chunk of people in town knew I wasn't straight. Throughout high school and the first 2 years of college I've kept a fairly low profile. I mean there was that one time I gave some guy a handy in the high school locker room shower, but he threatened to kill me if I told anyone. Oh and that one time my freshman year of college that I went out with a guy who smelled a little too much like the Hollister store. I went to kiss him and he cringed. "I don't do kissing." Ok, I thought to myself, you'll put some guys pee hose up your colon drainer, but you won't touch lips with another man? They should probably invent a new sexuality for that. 

I start with a 9 for the missing number and work my way backwards from there. A simple "hey whats up, are you the guy that left me the number on the napkin at Bill's?". 9 and 8 got no response. 7 immediately replied "wrong number". 6 and 5 didn't go through, something about "this number does not exist." I texted the final 4 and got no response, but I guess he would be on duty right now so that is to be expected.

I yawn and stretch turning over on my back. I noticed my body hair had gotten a bit long and unkept. How a guy as hot and manly as Raymond ever saw anything in the mess called Brennan is a shock to me. 

I walk into to my bathroom and grab out my trimmer. I curse my Scandinavian background for making all these blonde tuffs of hair pop up all over my body. I feel like dark body hair looks really good, but mine just looks like an old man with hair that smokes. I decide to trim it down pretty short, as short as the trimmer will go. What originally started as a quick chest and stomach trim turns into a trimming my face, pubes, balls and ass. I kept most of the hair contained in a towel on the floor, but 90% of it ended up stuck all over my body. Ugh this is one of the downsides of a midwestern summer...

I jump in the shower for a couple minutes just to wash the hair off. While looking at my body I curse Raymond under my breath for saying I needed meat on my bones. I am 21, 5'10 and 180lbs. I don't need anymore "meat on my bones" I look good for my age and height. Not super toned, but I run enough to stay in shape. 

I finally decide to leave the soothing shower I was having and I head into the living room. I grab my phone off the table and I had 3 new text messages! Two of them I discarded because I got the "who is this?" message and I know that's not how he would respond. But the final text I read is from a number ending in 2 , and it's all the confirmation I need. 

"Hello B this is R, I am using a separate phone to contact you, so I apologize for any delay I may have when getting back to your messages. Thank you for reaching out, you won't regret it. I won't be off work for a couple hours, but afterwards could you come meet me at the Oak? I'm really horny and have a lot of frustration to take out."

And wouldn't you know attached to the message was a photo. I instantly feel my dick stand up straight. It was a picture of his meaty cock, but unlike in the bathroom yesterday it was hard. Standing up like a great tower or deity that the ancient Egyptians would worship. It was a dull shade of yellow-brown, with blue veins bulging up and down either side. The head was the best part, it was a deep shade of purple with red accents, it had to be at least 3 inches in diameter. The shaft started down in a curly brown forest and sprang up a good 7 inches. He was huge. The picture cut off right before his bellybutton, but his stomach hair was thicker and longer than mine was before I trimmed, and of course his was a chocolate brown. 

I knew I had just taken a shower, but I couldn't help myself. I latched onto my rigidly hard cock and began stroking slowly, increasing overtime as I thought about how tonight would be the night I gave into him and let him inside me. The thought of that huge cock inside me alone was enough to make my pleasure session quick. I felt myself on the verge, staring at his giant manhood that would soon be in my mouth (and wherever else he wanted to put it.)

Apparently with all the jerking and panting I was doing I didn't hear the knock on the door and right as I reached my peak the door swung open. My creamy man product spews out all over my chest and couch as I lay there staring bewilderingly at the air condition repair man standing in the doorway. A big stout, obviously straight, man with a dark black neck beard and glasses on. 

I try to form words, but I can't before he turns and leaves, slamming the door behind him. 

Whoops.. guess I'm gonna be sweating for a little longer.