Friction fiction: Steam heat - fantasies (1982)

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STEAM HEAT - FANTASIES

By Anonymous

(Playguy Vol 7 No 3 - 1982).

A reader from upstate New York encountered a sexy state trooper at a
garage and later brought him home for a little action. Several moving
violations occurred, resulting in an arresting experience for both the
lawman and his admirer:

I'd taken my car to a garage for a minor repair job and while waiting to
be checked in I saw a humpy young state trooper standing by the open
hood of his police car talking with the repairman.

Uniforms have always turned me on, not because I want to be dominated,
but because to me, they've always represented virile young men. This one
was no exception — with short brown hair, six foot tall, a good body
made even better by the summer uniform of pale gray shirt and slacks
which fitted him almost like a second skin. I could see outlines of a
very adequate crotch area which made my wait for the service manager a
pleasure.

It turned out that I had to leave the car until the next day and then I
had the problem of getting home, which was five miles away. The state
trooper was paying his bill and he heard me ask if I could use the phone
to call my neighbor to have him come and get me. He stepped up to me and
said, "I'm going that way. I'll give you a lift if you don't mind the
neighbors seeing you come home in a police car."

I was shocked, but agreed at once and replied, "The neighbors can't
figure me out anyway, so that will just add to their confusion."

We chatted about nothing much during the five mile trip, but I couldn't
help noticing his crotch, which he mostly kept covered with his left
hand, driving with his right hand except for the sharp turns. When we
got to my place, I asked him if he'd like to come up for a cup of coffee
— just my way of saying thanks for the ride.

He looked at his watch and said, "Yeah, that'd be great. I have to go to
court and I'm not due to appear there for another hour."

We went into my apartment building, and as we rode the elevator up to my
floor, it occurred to me that my roommate might be home. If he was, he'd
probably ruin my chances of doing anything with the trooper. Gary would
get one look at the hunk and start drooling all over and make a fool of
himself. Sure enough, he was home studying, but he dropped his books and
joined us at the kitchen table when he saw the trooper.

During coffee, the trooper said to Gary and me, "You single guys have it
made. You don't know how lucky you are not being saddled with boring
wives who hate to put out."

I thought: For you, buddy, I'd do almost anything, anytime. But I
realized nothing was going to happen with Gary hanging around staring
wide eyed at this guy, so I asked the trooper, "Isn't it almost time for
you to be in court?"

I gave him a sly look to let him know that I had something else in mind.
I was thrilled when he returned my look and said, "Yeah, I think you're
right. Wanna see me out?"

I said, "Sure," and followed him out the door, leaving Gary drooling at
the kitchen table. He'll probably start jacking off as soon as we're out
the door, I figured. The trooper and I got in the elevator, which was
empty. He looked me over and gave me a very sexy, masculine smile. I
returned it, and looked his big body up and down to make sure he got the
message. He did.

"I sure could stand some action," he said."Do you swing both ways?"

I pretended to be surprised by his remark and he continued, "A lot of
guys do these days. Boy, I'd really love a good blow job." He grabbed
his crotch with his big hairy hand and rubbed his meat.

"I'd love to oblige you," I replied. "There's a place in this building
where we can go."

We got off the elevator in the lobby and I took him down a flight of
stairs to the basement. I looked around and saw that there was nobody in
sight, so I led the cop to the boiler room. It was warm near the boiler,
which was shooting steam heat up the pipes and into the apartments.

I moved into a secluded space between the boiler and the wall, and
started feeling up the trooper. I unzipped his fly with one hand and
unbuttoned his uniform shirt with the other. When I got my hand inside
his shorts, I found that his dick was already hard. Not only that, but
when I squeezed the big head, I felt warm pre- ooze into my hand.

I unbuckled his belt, unfastened his trousers and slid them down to his
ankles. His dick was poking out of his boxer shorts, and it must have
been a good eight inches long, all thick and swollen up. I pulled his
shorts off his dick and down his thighs, which were thick and rounded
and covered with dark brown hair. Now his pants and shorts were crumpled
down around his ankles.

I moved in to get a taste of his big cock when he said, "Wait a sec,"
and took his pants completely off and neatly folded them. He put them on
a bench near the boiler, explaining that his superiors at the police
department didn't like to see the troopers in wrinkled uniforms.

"Well, let's not stop with the pants, then," I boldly replied, and
continued to unbutton his shirt. I slipped it off his shoulders and
folded it, and then laid it on top of the pants.

My head was pounding with excitement, and my cock was hard as a board. I
couldn't believe my luck: here I was stripping this hot state trooper,
whose big dick was standing out straight waiting for me to give it a
good suck job. I was completely dressed, which made me even more
excited. It was like I had reversed the normal situation between cops
and the public: I had him under my power, and could do with him what I
liked.

I finally took his eager cock in my hand and fondled it, stroking the
shaft and cupping the big, dripping head. I ran my other hand over his
broad, hairy chest, tugging at the hairs and getting his nipples all
hard and pointy.

He moaned, "Oh man, I can't take much more — eat my cock, quick!" I was
enjoying playing with him, but he really needed to get his rocks off,
and I couldn't resist gulping down that big cock.

I sank to my knees and gobbled it up, licking up and down and working my
tongue all around the shaft and head. He held my head, groaning and
sighing and whispering commands like, "Oh man, work that cock" and
"That's it, man, suck it good, I'm gonna give you a big juicy load to
swallow."

While I sucked, I unbuckled my belt, opened my pants and pulled out my
dick. As I jerked off, he began fucking my mouth hard, pushing his cock
all the way in my mouth and into my throat. My face was in his pubic
hair, which, though clean, had a good strong musky smell. With my free
hand I groped between his legs. I pushed my index finger between his
tight cheeks and up into his asshole, which made him grunt and fuck my
face even harder. I was on the verge of coming, but I held off until I
was sure he was going to shoot his load. I really started finger fucking
his ass, and then all of a sudden he let out a loud cry and I could feel
his dick pulsing as it shot hot down my throat.

"Take it, cocksucker!" he grunted, and I did, swallowing every drop of
his juices. I couldn't hold back my own load any longer, and with a few
rapid strokes I was over the edge. As I gripped my cock, it shot out a
big, thick hot load onto the trooper's naked shin, and he watched in
fascination as it oozed down his leg.

"Clean me up," he ordered, and I bent over and licked my own off his
hairy, muscular leg.

"That was great," he said after it was over. "Your finger up my ass
really drove me wild." I told him that I was glad he liked it, and I'd
love to get together with him again and have him stuff his big dick up
my ass. He agreed, saying he'd stop by my building the following Monday
to pick me up and take me to his place. Seems his wife was going to be
out of town for a few days visiting her parents. He turned his back to
me and started putting his uniform on, and I marveled at his high,
rounded, tight ass, which was as furry as the rest of him. Monday
couldn't come soon enough, I thought to myself.

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