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The Motorcycle Sargent From The LAPD
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The Motorcycle Sargent From The LAPD The Motorcycle Sargent From The LAPD Be sure to check out my FAQ post here for more detailed aspects of what Ī ām interested in. FriendFinder-x deletes odd words, phrases and n•mberz. Please forgive any odd sentences or constructions.  I met him on some in some random chat room for straight men looking for gay bottoms. We chatted back and forth. He sent me a pic, taken by his wife, of him laying on a bed, his legs open with a great shot of his cock and balls. He’s Latinx, with very little hair, chubby and somewhat muscular, with big arms. He lives in the South Bay and is a LAPD Motorcycle sergeant. We chat some more. He’s fooled around with a few guys, mostly with his wife in a MMF. While he appreciates a nice dick, he loves to fuck ass- which sounds great to me.  The uniform fetish does not particularly interest me. Men in uniform drag — “I’m dressed as a UPS worker for the weekend!” — does even less for me. When I see a guy in a uniform, I assume he is working, focused and not up for me asking for his dick. He has a job to do and the position description does not include dealing with me begging for cum. Most law enforcement officers are multi-faceted individuals with all sorts of hobbies, interests and needs. I’ve had family members and long time friends involved in law enforcement since I was an infant, so the whole cop fantasy holds little interest to me.  My interest was sparked in The Sergeant as he was married, Latinx, very masculine and kinky. After a bit more back and forth, I agreed to drive down to his place.  His house was not far away from the beach, with the main living area above the garage. I walked up, knocked on the door and he greeted me, “Hey,” and in I went. The house was not over the top and you could tell that his wife was the lead in decorating and keeping a home. This was not a bro-pad or a single cop with a black leather couch and framed Quentin Tarantino movie posters. It was a nice married couple’s home.  We walked past a small niche where The Sargent’s computer was set up and continued on to the bedroom. Again, nothing kinky, swinging single guy or erotic. He could have showed his in-laws, priest or dour neighbor the bedroom and no one would have been alarmed.  We undressed and his very average cut brown cock was erect and hard. We 69ed right away, him on the bottom, hands on my hips, sucking away. After about 10 minutes or so, he rolled me over on my stomach, brought my ass up a bit and fucked me. He fit my ass easily and pumped away, grabbing my hair and neck. The Sargent came, we chatted and I left.  The Sargent and I stayed in touch, and very occasionally met. He sometimes drove a LAPD car and that was harder to be discrete in when parking. Once, I caught his eye at Universal City, ice skating at Christmas Time. I was out with friends, laughing on the rink, when I Saw The Sargent and his wife leaning on the rink wall. We connected immediately, eye to eye. I said nothing and kept on skating. As the Sargent was leaving, he very subtly rubbed his crotch, in such a way that it could be mistaken for a typical male adjustment — except he looked me straight in the eyes while he was doing it. I understood.  We would text back and forth. Sometimes, he would call. Most of the time, he was in uniform, but we never played arresting officer and suspect. We both wanted sex and met up. It was late October when he swung by for the last time. The Sargent was getting ready to retire. He came in, sat on the couch, faced me toward him, I was naked and he was in his full motorcycle officer uniform. He sucked my dick with skill and focus. Then he tapped my thigh and turned me around, and for the first time, he he ate my ass. I closed my eyes as his scruff ruffed up my hole and he kissed and tongued my hole.  He bent me over the coffee table and fucked my ass harder than I had experienced before with him. As usual, I try not to cum and just get into being used and filled. The Sargent held on to my shoulders, his balance steady in his motorcycle<b> boots. </font></b>He came, pulled out, took off the condom, smiled and wiped his brow.  For the first time, we spoke about maybe using handcuffs or roleplāying but the did not come to pass. The Sargent is retired now to Palm Springs, golf and his trim wife. If Ī ām lucky enough to meet a LAPD officer again, who is interested in hooking up, I won’t hesitate to ask him to handcuff me, restrain me or put his service baton in my ass. |
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