Chapter 2: Chapter 2
Following my burst, he stands up, demands that I spin around and fall to my knees. He hovers over me with his nine-inch uncut rod and hairy balls next to my face. The chiseled bear yanks his erect cock up and down in hyper motion and causes sweat to build on his furred torso. The man’s hips thrust to and fro in a whipping movement that is vibrant and unyielding. While his right hand is busy on his shaft, his left hand wipes lathered sweat away from his chest. Gasps of excitement escape his mouth and he confesses, “Shooting, pal.” Within seconds he jacks white spew out of his dick, firing it on the side of my face, tagging my right cheek and neck. A masculine sound escapes the city cop and he bends over, outstretches his tongue to my skin, and licks up every drop of his spent seed.
* * * *
We shower together in his bathroom—hairy chest to hairy chest, bodies lathered in soapy suds, still-stiff cocks touching, and what happens in our twosome is mind-blowing and relentless. Our kissing is intense and unstoppable. We cling together under the shower’s warm and soothing spray. Kiss after kiss is carried out. We wash each other down with Lever 2000, rinse off together, and eventually exit the shower. We dry off, head to his bedroom and his California king-size bed. He tucks me into his massive arms and pulls me close against his bear-chest. We enjoy each other’s company until dawn.
* * * *
We date for a week, two weeks, almost three weeks solid, and the cop asks, “What do you think about being my boyfriend, Harding?”
I have just finished bumping my body against his and shake my head. My reply is simple and to the point, “I’m not boyfriend material.”
“Why not?” he asks, staring down at me over the plane of his muscular chest.
“You want me to lie to you or tell you the truth?”
“The truth would be nice. Go for it.”
I take in the aroma of his cock and sweaty balls. For just a brief second I extend my tongue and apply it to one of his testicles and then the other. When I finish feeding on him, I say, “I like dick too much to be faithful.”
“Who said you have to be faithful to me. I just want you to be my boyfriend.”
“What’s a boyfriend to you?” I inquire, regarding my own question.
“Someone who I like to spend time with.”
“What else?”
“A guy I can show off to my friends.”
“What if I decide to suck another guy’s cock when you’re not around?”
“Will you suck my cock when I’maround?”
I nod, brushing the tip of my nose against his balls and flaccid cock. “Of course I will.”
“Then you can be my boyfriend,” he answers, smiling from ear to ear.
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Rook has one of my dresser drawers in my apartment that is filled with his belongings—a pair of running shorts, two pair of socks, three pair of briefs, an ashtray filled with change, condoms, lube, and a wristwatch. Between his shifts he seduces me and pins me to my bedroom wall, presses my naked chest to the kitchen floor and does me from behind in numerous places of the apartment. Following our intimate romps, we climb into the shower and become sexual again, heated and passion-driven. Our time together is limitless and durable. The police officer turns out to be a fine boyfriend, perhaps everything I have always expected in a blue collar bear. The man adores me—the way I laugh or cuddle with him, how I like to nap on his chest in the middle of the afternoon when I’m not teaching at the local college, crying while watching a sappy movie together—and challenges me in our fresh relationship when I need to be challenged. Thus far it is working out, and I hope it continues to work since I seem to like him more than my previous boyfriends.
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I watch him on the local news in the middle of July—some lunatic decides to rob a community bank on foot. Rook happens to be on patrol and chases after the guy. Rook is shot at but not hit, he takes the criminal down with his bare hands.
“You’re a hero,” I tell him over dinner at his apartment. Hamburgers on the grill, sliced potatoes lathered in butter, chives and sour cream, grilled corn on the cob, and bottles of cold Rolling Rock.
“I might be your hero, but no one else’s,” he says.
“You’re humble.”
“Humble enough to admit that I like to shove my cock up your ass.”
“That’s pretty humble, Officer Rook.”
Somehow I become trapped in his arms, my clothes are pulled off my body, and he takes advantage of me in a naughty act, exactly how I want him to behave.
Gifts
-- Gift
received Weekly Power Status
-- Power
Ranking 
-- Power
stone