I'm a 26 year old, fairly good-looking and masculine man who developed such an intense crush on a stud police officer and neighbor of mine. This neighbor, James, lives three houses down, across the street with his attractive, blonde girlfriend and cute lab puppy. He is a young officer in our local town's force and also coached the local Babe Ruth baseball.
Unfortunately, he hadn't been living in town when I was on the team. I would have creamed in my pants if I got to practice on the field with this stud. He moved in about the same time I went off to college, so I never really had any neighbor dealings with him. But I'd see him drive by in his squad car, stopping off at his house for lunch, and, who knows, maybe a quickie fuck with the girlfriend. I'd peek out my window and salivate as he'd get out of his car and walk into his nicely kept, Colonial style house.
He fills out his uniform to perfection: nice strong pecs bulging beneath his crisp light blue shirt, complemented with a nice bulge protruding below the navy blue slacks. I like his ass too, solid, not exactly a bubble butt, but nice to look at. He has a wiry, sturdy, almost lanky physique, probably about 6 foot and 180 lbs. His dark hair is wavy and very thick. His skin is light, maybe he has an Irish or Scottish background. His face is one of those that gets voted "Class Heartbreaker," just a cute, boyishly handsome mug.
Some days when I'd be walking my dog, I'd pass him cutting his grass and I'd get to see him up close, wearing jeans and a t-shirt. I'd sneak a look at his body and my heart would skip a beat or two. In fact, it almost collapsed when our eyes met on one such occasion for the first time.
"Hi," I said over the din of the motor and waved as he continued to manicure his perfect lawn. He gave a neighborly nod and slight smile. I hoped he didn't notice how hot I was for him. I was shocked to see he had stopped his motor and started to walk towards me.
"Hey, I heard a lot about you, you're John, right?" he inquired.
"Uh, yeah, how goes it, man," as I shook his offered, sturdy hand.
"Alright, I'm James. I been coaching a Babe Ruth team and I see the trophies in the clubhouse with your name on most of them."
I was flattered he knew my reputation; I had the record for the most home runs out of anybody in the history of the town's league, started in 1929. But I hadn't played ball in years. "Yeah, that was some time ago, though."
"Listen, I'm pretty busy and could use an assistant coach. Some of the guys need extra practice. It's a no pay gig, but maybe I can trade off some of my girlfriend's cooking, and a few beers, eh?"
My heart was pumping furiously as "Kick," decided now would be a good time to take a shit on the Stud's lawn. "NO, KICK!" I implored, but it was too late. "Well, uh, thanks for the fertilizer, man," James responded and when our eyes met I just laughed and apologized profusely before I picked up the mess with my handy bag and threw it in the street pile of leaves.
"Don't sweat it, man, I won't arrest you or ticket you."
"Well, thanks, I'll remember that when I'm doing 75 on Oak Tree Rd."
"Hey, I ain't that generous!" he answered and smirked. "So how 'bout it, ya in?"
"Yeah, yeah, that sounds cool."
"Alright, why don't ya come over tonight and we'll go over the logistics and shit, say, 7 o'clock?"
"Yeah, sounds cool."
"You want dinner? My girl will make us something nice."
"Sure, why not."
"Aight, be over at 7, man."
I nodded and walked with Kick across the street, anxiously awaiting the chance to get upstairs to the bathroom and beat my meat. I was hard as a cinderblock by the time I made it upstairs. I decided I'd wank on my bed because I could get a view out the window of the stud. I propped up four pillows so my vantage point could espy through the shutter slats the handsomest stud I'd seen in a long time.
I opened my jeans and pulled down my boxer briefs and let my 7 inch bud spring to life. There was a sticky puddle on the head and a circle of moisture on the inside of my underwear. I had seriously creamed my pants over this guy. I took my shirt off and got completely naked for this jerk session, watching my body and comparing it to the stud's. I have a decent shape, 5 ft 11 and 175 lbs. and a nice treasure trail line of hair going from the center of my chest to my pubic mound. I don't have too much hair on my chest, it's mostly smooth. My dark cock bush is contrary to my blonde hair and blue eyes.
I continued to stroke and beat my meat as I watched James go back and forth with the mower, showing off his bulge walking one way, his ass the other. I wanted to go crazy on him.
After explosively shooting, I took a nap and woke up around 6:30, just in time to get ready. I dove into the shower and got myself looking good, put on my favorite jeans and shirt. Why was I so excited, as if I was going on a date with the stud? I guess I was letting my fantasies overtake me. Well, it was nice to think about, anyway, and at the very least I was getting to be able to hang with this macho man so that in itself was reason to cheer.
My parents had red wine bottles in the closet so I took one of the medium expensive ones and headed on over. As I rang the bell I could see James through the door glass walking from the kitchen. My heart started to race.
"Wuzzup, man, ya made it right on time."
"Yup, no problem. Hey I brought wine."
"Oh thanks, man, listen I feel bad but my girl is working late at the hospital. She's a nurse at Pine General and there was some emergency, she won't be home 'till about midnight."
"Well, uh, I guess we could do this some other time." I posed it as a half question, wondering what to do and hoping James would tell me something I wanted to hear.
"No, no way, come in. Just means that she won't be here so the cooking ain't going to be the best, but we can still eat. How 'bout pizza?"
"Is the Pope Catholic?"
He laughed, "Thatta boy, I already bought it," he laughed. He showed me to the dining room and said, "Dinner is served, my man."
There was a pizza box on the center of the table with two place settings. This was going to be great!
"What can I get ya to drink?"
"Beer is good, Corona or Bud, don't matter."
"College boys drink anything, eh?"
I smiled, "Just about, yup."
We ate our pizza and drank a few beers while we got to know each other. I told him all about my family, I was the oldest of three boys and my two younger brothers were in high school, my parents are both teachers. He told me he also was the oldest of three boys and they're all cops, as was his father. His mom had died when he was in the fifth grade.
I enjoyed talking to him but looking into his eyes was doing a serious number on my system. I was hoping he didn't read my face was lit up or something. I tried hard to contain and conceal just like I was doing by placing my napkin on my lap. My raging boner wanted to bury itself into this man's asshole. A stiff cock has no conscience or sense. It's irrational, it just knows what it wants. I guess I am like that too. If I'm hot for somebody, sense and rationale seem to take a backseat to passion. That can be dangerous. I fought hard to keep it all down.
After dinner James took me on a tour of the house, showing me all the rooms. He was using two bedrooms connected as a playroom, full of toys: Xbox, widescreen TV, a pool table and a ping pong table. Dude had it all.
"Let me show you the basement," he offered as I turned for the stairs. I didn't want him to see my growing mound. "The basement." Just hearing that was giving me wild fantasies, of being tied up and made his slave or something.
My dungeon fantasies were extinguished as soon as I saw the basement, very modern and finished, carpeted, with a bar and another widescreen TV and another ping pong table. "Damn, you like ping pong."
"Yeah, ya gotta have some vices, right?"
"I hear ya, bro," I responded as I took in the bar. "Great set up with the fish tank."
"Thanks, want another beer?"
"Sure," I answered. We sat next to each other on bar stools and drank a couple of more beers while watching the fish tank. Every now and again our eyes would meet in the reflection of the tank but it wasn't anything sexual. I just would notice that we would find ourselves making eye contact. After one more beer I noticed James' knee was slightly rested against mine. I kinda liked the electricity I felt by this. I let my knee rest fully and I detected that he then let his rest more loosely, so that a good portion of our legs were touching. It was getting me super, super hard. To him, I'm sure it was nothing. To me it was hard on city!
"Hey you got a wrestling mat down here," I exclaimed. "Whatya wrestle your girl down here?" I was mischievously smiling at this.
"Yeah it's kinda hot, actually," he intoned. "Seriously, wrestling is very hot. You get a girl all hot and sweaty right, and then you're all hot and sweaty, you just go crazy on each other. After ya finish then the fun has just begun, cause then ya get to fuck the shit outta her or she admits defeat and gets on her knees and sucks your cock dry."
"Oh, is that what wrestling is all about. If I had known, I would have joined my high school wrestling team." I was saying it as a joke, but I wondered if I was giving too much information. Would James interpret this to mean that I am gay? I didn't want him to know this. Cops are like major jocks and major jocks don't tend to be that tolerant of gay sex. I didn't want to ruin a good friendship before it started too.
"Are you a good wrestler? I mean, I'm sure you can beat your girl, but competitively, are you good?" I asked.
"Oh ya mean with guys?" I thought he studied me for a second. Then he continued, "Yeah, I was a wrestler in high school, very good at it. Didn't fuck them after the matches though, well, not most of them anyway." He laughed, as a joke, and I was kinda crushed. I wanted that to be real.
"How 'bout you?" he asked, "you any good?"
"I can take care of my own," I quickly retorted.
"Well, let's see whatcha got my man, let's go, let's do this, son."
We walked over to the mat and James grabbed me right away. He had his head on my side, face pressed against my rib cage. His strong arms were around my mid section and with one maneuver with his leg behind mine I was down on the mat. In a flash he was on top of me, straddling my chest. "Pinned, I win," he exclaimed.
"Damn, you are quick," I complained.
