I hadn’t been up to the game room for several weeks, maybe a month, and when I happened to venture up there and we saw each other, that’s when he mentioned he had something to show me and told me I should come by his apartment some time.
I had tried to stay away from John and because of that, it had been a about a month since I ventured up to the game room. However, this one afternoon, I decided to go up there to see what was going on.
Maybe I wanted to see him, I know I had been thinking about what we had done, but right now I just wanted to see my friends.
Going through the door, I scanned to game room, looking for him, and not seeing him, I was relieved thinking, “Maybe he’s not here today.”
However, as I moved of toward the pinball machines, he suddenly appeared from the back. It surprised me, and seeing him smiling at me, I turned, trying to ignore him.
The emotions of being with him pourer over me and when he came up to me and asked me how I was doing, I turned and looked at him. Not saying anything, he told me it was good to see me and then asked, “Why haven’t you been coming by?”
I wasn’t sure if he meant the game room or his apartment, in either case I simply said, “I don’t know,” trying to concentrate on the game I was playing.
When I eventually finished the game, John said, “You should try to come by my place,” and continued by saying, “I wanta show you something.”
It immediately sparked my interest, and looking at him and seeing that he seemed earnest I said, “Yea, I guess I can come by.”
I thought he might be talking about the car, but quickly realizing, that couldn’t be it, I became hesitant to actually go, because in the back of my mind, I knew he wanted to be with me again and yea, I had thought about it too. However, right now I wondered, “What is it?”
Of course I was curious, and as I headed over to his apartment, I continued to think, “What could it be.”
It was only a short walk to his apartment and as I stepped up, I took a deep breath and when I knocked, a rush of emotion came over me. When he answered the door, I tried to put on a friendly, but curious smile, which made him smile too as he asked me to come in. Once inside, he told me it was nice to see me, and after saying the same thing, we moved out of the doorway. However, as we now moved into the living room area, there was another guy sitting on the couch. I was confused, and as this other guy stood up, I cautiously looked at John.
He obviously knew I was confused and when I looked back at this other guy, I saw he was wearing a police uniform. It scared me, but John quickly introduced me to him and as he walked over to where I was standing John said, “This is officer Sandoval, or Silva, or Sanchez,” something with an S, I don’t really remember, but for this, I’ll just refer to him as Officer Silva.
He was a big guy, a little taller than me, much older, and kind of muscular and ominous, especially in his uniform. Being respectful I said, “Nice to meet you,” which made him smile, and as we shook hand he said, “It’s nice to see you again.”
“See me again,” I thought, “what does he mean?”
Seeing my confusion, John stepped into the conversation saying, “He’s a good friend of mine,” and then stated, “I wanted you to meet him.
His presence was intimidating and I didn’t understand why he was there, but when Silva said, “I’m sure you don’t remember,” but then continued by saying, “I saw you when you were over at John’s old apartment.”
It was still confusing, which left me thinking, “What is he saying,” and then thought, “Was he there?”
Looking at John and seeing him smiling, I then remembered, the door to the spare bedroom and how it was ajar when I first got there, and then as we left, it was closed. Looking at Silva and seeing him continuing to smile, I again glanced over a John to see his reaction. Silva had put his hand on my shoulder and when I looked at him he boldly said, “You know, we didn’t get to finish,” and then said, “maybe we can.”
“Oh my god no,” I thought, and then as I looked at him, I asked myself, “How could that be.”
However, as I continued to think back, I remembered how John made me keep my head down and how confusing it was that he could be hard so soon after we had just done it, which made he look at Silva. He was smiling, obviously seeing I had put two and two together and that I knew he was there.
Looking at John again, he smiled and said, “Its okay, he’s a good friend.”
I couldn’t believe it, and when Silva asked, “Okay?” as he looked at John, I looked too.
John smiled and after giving a nod, Silva put his hand on my back, and ushered me toward the bedroom. I started to panic, and feeling it wasn’t right, I looked over at John and asked, “Where are we going?”
Silva continued to guide me back to John’s bedroom and as we went through the door, he guided me further into the room. I heard John say, “It’s okay,” and as Silva closed the door behind us, I felt trapped.
Looking at him, as he moved over and we faced each other, he smiled, and then reaching out he immediately started by first unbuttoning my shirt. Getting it off my shoulders part way, he then reached down and as he undid my pants, I worried, “What is he wanting to do?”.
I was scared, I didn’t know what to do, and even though it was kind of dark, I could still see what he was doing, and after he got my pants undone, he immediately switched to taking off his clothes. Looking over at me as he got his shirt off he said, “Go ahead, take ‘em off.”
I was hesitant, but did what he asked and as I looked over at him, and he got his pants down, I quickly got mine off too. He really was a big guy, big arms and legs, and he had dark hair that covered his chest and arms and legs, and seeing his cock, I immediately looked up.
He was looking at me too, and seeing me smiling shyly, he reached out feeling on my chest and stomach, eventually reaching down to fondle my cock. I wasn’t at all hard, and after a few seconds, he pushed me toward the bed saying, “Go ahead,” suggesting I should get on the bed.
He had turned me, and after a subtle push, I climbed on the bed. I was on all fours, still kind of near end of the bed and when he told me to move up more, I did what he said. Silva immediately got on the bed behind me, and after spreading my legs, he moved right up between them.
Silva now briefly felt on my ass, making sure to spread my cheeks, and knowing he had already grabbed a tube of KY, I knew what was coming. He had opened it, and as he pushed on my back telling me to put my head down, I again did what he said.
He spread my one cheek and after smearing a little lube in my crack, he tried to push his finger in me. I remembered when John had done this and remembering how it felt, I wanted to feel it again. However, as Silva dabbed his fingers on my hole, they felt much bigger, and thicker, which made me try to relax, letting him do it. He really struggled at first, which made me pull away slightly. I didn’t know if it was me or him, but he held me saying, “You’re really tight.”
At first, it made me smile, and as I tried to relax, his fingertip suddenly slipped in. It surprised me, which made me rise up, and when I looked back at him, Silva again pushed on my back, forcing my head back down. He moved up closer, and after taking his finger out of my ass, he spread my ass. I tried to relax, I knew what was coming, and after dabbing his cock against my tight little hole a few times, he grabbed my shoulder with his other hand and then telling me to relax, he tried to push his cock in me. “Oh my god,” I thought, it feels so big.”
I’m sure he knew it was going to hurt and after again telling me to relax, he used his thumb to guide his cock as he pushed into me. It hurt, it hurt so bad, I rose up again and when I tried to pull away, he moved his hand down to my waist, holding me saying, “Don’t move.”
The head of his cock felt so big in me, I couldn’t do it, but he held me and said, “Take it,” and then as he pushed in a little more he said, “Let it go in.”
Reaching back, I pushed on his thigh and desperately asked him, “Stop.”
He did end up stopping for a moment, but then suddenly he tried to force his cock in me, and pushing me flat on my stomach, holding me down, he started trying to fuck me saying, “You need to relax.”
He was so big in me, it hurt so bad and after moving his cock in and out, he pulled me back up to my knees and continuing to hold me, he asked, “Are you okay?”
I didn’t say anything, I knew I needed to let him do it, and yea it continued to hurt, but I wanted him to finish, and it didn’t take long. He was breathing hard, obviously concentrating as he pulled me back and forth. He was going to cum and when he suddenly pulled me close, and I felt his cock throbbing inside me, I knew he had.
Silva now gave a few gentle thrusts, and then pulling out, I could feel him squeeze the last few drops of cum out on my ass. I was glad he was done, but when I felt him spread my ass, it was obvious he wanted to see his handy work. It must have been a turn on, because after he moved my ass cheeks back and forth he again took his cock and hastily pushed into me again, furiously pumping my ass a few times.
Eventually, he pulled out again, and as he got off the bed, I was unsure what to do. I think I was in shock, but hearing John’s voice ask me if I was okay, I reluctantly nodded.
John had moved closer to the bed to feel on my ass, and when he started rubbing it, it felt as though he had now climbed on the bed behind me. Raising up, I looked back at him, and seeing me looking, John said, “That was really hot.”
As John continued to rub my back and ass some more, I sensed he wanted to fuck me now too, and when he dipped his finger in my ass, and cum and lube started to seep out of me, trickling down onto my balls, I thought, “I don’t want to do it anymore.”
John however had different ideas and feeling him pushing up against me, I tried to relax. “Oh my god,” I thought as his cock easily slipped in and when he started fucking my sloppy hole, I hoped he’d cum quick.
I could hear his cock going in and out of me, it didn’t hurt, but I wanted him to finish. Holding me, as he started to cum, I pushed back against him until he finished. It was so sloppy, there had to be a lot of cum and after he got off the bed, John said, “You better go clean up.”
Quickly, I slid off the bed, and headed out of the bedroom and into the bathroom. I again worried about possibly getting a disease, but it was too late now, and after trying to push out all the cum and KY, I cleaned up and went back to the bedroom.
As I went back in, I quickly went over and as sat on the bed, I watched as Officer Silva finished getting dressed. Looking at me as he adjusted his tie, he smiled and then said, “That was really nice.”
John had put on a button up shirt and after saying, “Wait here, “ John and Officer Silva left the room.
I couldn’t help but watch them in the hallway, and when I saw Silva give John a hug and then a kiss, I thought it was kind of weird. Eventually, as the two of them disappeared around the corner. I figured Silva must be leaving, and when John came back in the room, he smiled and when he eventually sat next to me, he put his hand on my thigh and asked, “Are you okay.”
Oh yea, it still ached, but I did manage to say, “Yea, I’m okay.”
I wanted to leave, I really couldn’t believe what had just happened, and when John suggested, “Do you want to spend the night,” I looked over and told him, “No, I cant, my parents will wonder where I am.”
John immediately replied, “Why don’t you tell them you’re going to spend the night here.”
He was hard pressed, I think he was worried that I might say something about what happened, but there was noway I was going to say anything, and really no one would believe me anyways. Continuing to think I wanted to go, I didn’t look at him, and when John instinctively started feeling on my chest, and we looked at each other, he said, “I think you should.”
John’s hand had moved down to my cock and when he started to jerk me off, giving me a handjob, I thought, “How am I going to get away?”
It definitely made it difficult to leave, especially when he went down, to suck my cock. It felt good and I thought about wanting to cum and when John had me lay back, continuing to jerk me off, I didn’t take long. I was hard, and when I started thinking about being fucked, I reached my one hand down, putting it on his. I was going to cum and as we both jerked me off I blurted out, “I’m gonna cum.”
Looking up at me, John simply said, “Cum,” and when I started bucking my hips, he leaned down more.
It didn’t take long and as we continued to jerk me off together, my cock started throbbing. Telling him to stop as cum oozed out of me, it eventually poured over, covering his hand.
It felt good, and it did take my mind off what had happened earlier and as I looked down, I couldn’t help but smile. John wiped the cum off his hand and after squeezing the last little bit out of me, he took my now limp cock in his mouth.
I did think about staying but again realized I had better not. Sitting up, I got off the bed and as I got dressed, John continued to try to get me to stay. Eventually, after getting dressed, I left and headed home.
All the way home, I thought about what had happen, continuing to worry, and at home, I got in the shower and tried to clean up and again force out whatever might still be in me.
I’ve never forgotten what had happened, and also feel John must do this a lot, because the first time definitely seemed planned. In addition, I think because his other shop is in a rough part of town, he must somehow promise the officers he’d do this for them as payback for extra protection. I know it’s weird, but I don’t know how else to explain why a man in blue would be involved.