Keepin' it in the family

It was mid 1999. After living on my own for 2 yrs (and a few horrible experiences with roommates and a bad break-up with my fiance.. will explain that in another post) I decided to move back in with my parents. Once I was back on my own stomping grounds, I fell in with my old crowd.

It was a Thursday night and a few of my friends invited me out to a small party at a pier after dark. I showed up and realized I only knew my 2 girl friends, but didn't know anyone else. As I was introduced around, I noticed a blonde-haired, blue-eyed cutie sitting by himself on a piece of driftwood. Making a mental note to ask about him later, I continued working my way around saying hi. Not 5 minutes later, I see another blonde-haired, blue-eyed cutie who looked almost exactly like the 1st one I saw. I finally decided to ask my friend who they were, and she told me they were twins; Duwayne and wayne. I thought to myself how funny it was for 2 VERY white guys to have such an urban name. My friend went on to tell me that they were the oldest of 5 boys. Ron, who was also there (and hotter than any of them), looked just like them and was only a few years younger. But the 2 youngest boys were currently in jail. Ron had brought his friend John, who could have easily passed as another brother. All 4 boys were blonde, but their body styles varied greatly.

While Duwayne and Wayne were only about 5'8" with a thin frame, Ron and his friend John were over 6ft tall and very muscular. The twins were always found off to side from everyone while Ron and John were the life of the party.

Before the night was over, I struck up a conversation with Duwayne, he was super shy but I found that attractive. With in the week we were dating and within a month we had broken up. His twin, Wayne, while he shared the shyness that Duwayne had, he wasn't AS shy and we seemed to have more in common. Duwayne would disappear sometimes with out telling anyone where he was for days. I would come by to pick him up for our date or to go to a party and he'd be gone but Wayne was there. We began spending more time together before we realized it, we were dating. Duwayne didn't mind, as he had already gotten back together with his ex.

What I DIDN'T know about Wayne, was that he was an alcoholic. 26 years old and already addicted to the bottle. Every time we'd hang out, it was at a bar. Ron and John frequented bars often as well, so a lot of the time we all would hang out. Though I wasn't old enough to drink, they would sneak me in anyway. It didn't take long for the bar scene to wear on me. I was tired of each and every date being at the bar. We never would go out and do anything else.

1 night, we were at our 'regular' bar; me, Wayne, Ron and John. A friend of theirs was in a band and they were playing that night. Within a few hours, Wayne was so drunk he was begining to get sick and asked me to drive him home. Ron noticed how irritated I was and said to call if I wanted to come back after I dropped Wayne off. I figured I would just go home, I wasn't having much fun anyway.

The car ride to Wayne's place was only 5 minutes away but throughout the whole ride all Wayne did was puke. He wouldn't let me pull over to let him puke on the side of the road, but at least he was nice enough to roll down the window and splatter it on the side of my car (ugh). Needless to say, I was SUPER pissed by the time I got to his house so instead of dropping him off at HIS place, I went 1 street over and dropped him off. He was so drunk he didn't even realize and I left him passed out on someone else's lawn.

I decided to go back to the bar to see if Ron and/or John could help me get the puke off me car even though it was after midnight, I didn't want it stuck to my car all night long. I called Ron and he met me outside in the parking lot. After many bottles of water and some soap from the bathroom, my car was at least clean on the passenger side. Afterwards, he invited me back in for some pool and I went. I don't know what came over me that night, but I kept having them order shots of Tequila for me. Near closing time I was so drunk I could hardly stand up straight and told the guys I was going home. Ron asked if I could give him a ride back to his and John's place b/c John wanted to stay longer but he was ready to leave as well.. so I did.

We pulled up at their house, only to realize he didn't have his house key. Him and John had rode together to the bar in John's car and Ron hadn't grabbed his own keys. He asked me to stick around until John got home, which should be within an hr. I decided it was probably best since I was too drunk to drive at the moment and getting a little sleep would probably do me some good. Sleep didn't come though. I don't know if it was the alcohol or the fact that I thought he was gorgous, but we were all over each other. In my little 2 door sports car, we were going at it like a bunch of rabbits. He leaned over and slide his hand down the front of my jeans, rubbing gingerly on my clit, I unzipped his jeans and began stroking his growing dick. I came 1st and he pulled my jeans the rest of the way off, my shirt now up around my neck. I climbed over onto his seat as he reclined and straddled him. I leaned back and rested my back against the dash as he reached down and found my clit once again. I put both of my feet on the seat and spread my legs so that he could control the pace. We were getting faster and faster, the windows were all fogged up and we both were about to come when we heard a knock on the passenger window. We froze.

OMG! WHO IS IT? I hoped to God it wasn't the cops! We were SO busted!!

He came with a bang

The bi-weekly meetings with The Cop continued and while I enjoyed the sex greatly, my body was begining to feel the after effects from his large dick. I couldn't sit comfortably and surely couldn't wear a thong most of the time. A break came when he told me that he and his family were going on vacation for a few weeks, but that he definately wanted to see me as soon as he got back. Relieved that I was going to be able to heal up a bit, I promised to make time for him when he returned.

As promised, the night he returned I recieved a phone call from him. He wanted to meet up that night and I agreed. An hour later I was pulling up to our regular meeting place, the hotel. I checked in, got to the room and texted him to let him know I was there. 10 minutes later his familiar knock was at the door.

No sooner had I opened the door he began to pull every shred of clothing off me. I was little taken back but quickly got into the swing of things.

"God I miss your body" he whispered to me as we made our way to the bed

"hmmm... I've missed yours too" I replied, as my hand slid down to his zipper and I grabbed a handful of hard dick.

There was no time for foreplay... he tossed me on the bed like I was a weightless rag doll. He hadn't even taken off his clothes, but instead just unzipped his pants, opened the flap of his boxers and entered me. I let out a gasp and my fingers dug into his shirt. God! That hurt!!

Just as I was getting used to his size again, he pulled out and flipped me over onto my stomach. While this is my favorite position, his size sometimes made it a bit uncomfortable. He was pounding me like a jackhammer and I started to crawl away. The pain was getting a little hard to handle.

When I started crawling away from his monsterous dick, he came. He came so hard he push me into the headboard and I let out a moan.

"Shit! You O.K.???" He asked, trying to catch his breath

"umm.. yea I think so" I crawled out from under him, rubbing the top of my head. While in my past I had head injuries before.. never once was it from sex. I prayed I wouldn't pass out or need stitches. How the hell was I gonna explain THAT to the ER Doc?

"Can you turn the light on to see if I'm bleeding? It hurts like a bitch"

After he turned on the light, he was gracious enough to check for any open wounds or bumps.

"Nahh.. you're not bleeding, but it's already turning into a goose-egg"

"Ohh just great!! Thnks a lot you ass!! You could have given me a damn concusion!!" I said, half laughing half serious.

"Oh baby, I'm sorry!! I'll go grab some ice from down the hall"

He quickly dressed and left with the bucket in hand. I laid there still naked wondering if I SHOULD go to the hospital. He came back shortly with ice and a bag. I watched him load the bag of ice and bring it over, carefully placing it on my head.

"I'm so sorry! I don't know what got into me! Are you sure you're O.K.?"
He said, trying to stiffle a laugh. I wanted to slap the shit out of him right then.

"It's fine. You didn't try to knock me out on purpose.." I trailed off

"Let me make it up to you"

"And how's that?" I asked rolling back over onto my back trying to keep the ice in place.

Without any words he slid down the bed and parted my legs. His tongue slowly licked my lips and I was starting to forget about my near-concusion experience. He found my clit and lapped at it like a hungry animal, inserting 2 fingers inside of me at the same time. I dropped the ice too caught up in the moment and came hard against his face.

I drifted off to sleep with a smile. A smile and a pounding headache.

The First Real Meeting

A week and a few phone calls later, The Cop and I agreed to meet on his side of town. Neither of us could hang out at our places so we decided on meeting at a hotel. I got there early a lot earlier than he did so I decided to check in and wait for him inside.

15 minutes later I was unlocking the hotel room door. It was completely dark and smelled musty so the 1st thing I did was turn on the a/c full blast. The more time clicked by, the more nervous I got. It wasn't long when my phone started ringing, The Cop calling to say he was in the parking lot. I gave him the room number and my stomach began doing flips. I don't know why I was so nervous, but I was jumping out of my skin.

It seemed like only seconds later that there was a knock at the door. Looking through the peephole I saw him standing there and swung the door open. He immediately gave me a huge bear hug and stepped inside, looking around. "Hmm.. I thought this place would be better looking inside. The outside makes you think it's really nice. If I had known it was like this, I would have never suggested it. I'm sorry"

"Don't worry about. Not like I'm going to be staying here all night. It'll serve it's purpose." With that, I closed the door, knowing the time was now and there was no going back.

He sat down at the foot of the bed, facing the T.V and I sat across from him on the side. Neither of us said anything for a good 5 minutes. We just stared at the T.V., not saying anything or looking at eachother.

He cleared his throat, "So.."

"Yea.." It was obvious we were both nervous and didn't know how to start. He stood up and began shutting off the lights in the room, but turned on the bathroom light. He walked back into the room and sat very close to me, "Just so you know, I don't kiss on the mouth."

"Me either. It's too personal and it's not like we're... well.. you know dating or anything"

"I'm glad we both understand." He answered as he began to kiss my neck. His hands started wondering underneath my shirt, pulled it off and unhooked my bra. We layed back against the bed and I could feel him getting hard against my leg. His hands and mouth explored by body inch by inch. His mouth settling on my nipple, his hand unbuttoning my jeans.

I was completely naked, though he still had on all of his clothes. I wanted to feel his flesh against mine so I began stripping him. His phone starting ringing and we both froze. Thoughts ran through my head wondering if it was his wife calling wondering where he was. What if something happened? What if his baby was sick? I looked up at him and told him he better check it, just to make sure. Thankfully, it wasn't her, it was his friend, a The Deputy. He put the phone back on the night stand and we picked up where we left off.

His fingers found my most sensitive spots and I came fast. I rolled him over onto his back and continued undressing him. I pulled his jeans and boxers off as he threw his shirt across the room. Kneeling beside him, I grabbed his dick and began massaging it. The more I touched it, the more I licked and sucked it, the harder he got. I could tell he was about to cum and looked up at him, waiting for a sign. Did he want me to finish him this way or were we going to fuck?

His answer came by pulling me up and pushing me on my back. I expected him to enter me, but instead he kissed my body some more while inserting 2 fingers and flicking my clit. I came again and by now was begging him to fuck me. He rolled me onto my stomach and pulled me up to my knees. If I was expecting a slow start, I was mistaken. He entered with so much force I fell back onto my stmoach. He was so large, it hurt like hell. But.. it was a hurt so good kind of pain. I knew from giving him head the week before how large he was. But seeing it and actually having it IN you were 2 totally different things. His dick was so large it felt like I was being stretched to hell and back. He pulled me back to my knees, grabbing me by the hips and pounded. Chills ran over my body and my back arched. Grabbing a handfull of my hair, pulling my head back, he leaned down and kissed my neck. I was already covered in sweat and my breathing was shallow and quick. His other hand reached under and began flicking my clit. I came again. I knew I was moaning loud so I burried my face in a pillow. His grunting became louder as well and I could hear what sounded like a growl begin forming in his chest. Out of nowhere, I felt a slap and my ass stung. That instantly made me whip my head up and push back against him, getting into a synched rhythm.

Once more, a slap to my ass, he pulled my hair, pulling me harder against him as he let out a long deep moan. He collapsed ontop of me, pushing me back down flat. I rolled out from underneath him and we laid in silence, trying to collect ourselves.

"Jesus! Fuck..." He sighed

"Yea.. no shit" I replied as we both drifted off to a post-sex nap.

The car's good for more than just driving

I waited almost a week before I decided to contact The Cop. Though I have to admit, I thought about him often. I would occasionally swing by the gas station to see Eye Candy, but really, it was to see if The Cop was there. Which.. he never was.

I sent him a text to his pager: "Hey, it's J. Just wanted to say hi and see what's up. Here's my number if you want to call when you're free"

No more than 2 minutes later my cell phone went off. It was a blocked number so I almost didn't answer, but did anyway. Boy was I glad I did. The Cop was calling from his work cell, and all Law Enforcement cell phone numbers are blocked. We chatted a few minutes to get caught up. He told me he was glad I called, but had started to think I wasn't going to since he hadn't heard from me yet. We made plans to get together on Friday night. Neither of us had to work that night and I went in late the next day. Plenty of time to do..... whatever.

Saturday evening I got ready and texted his pager to tell him I was on my way. He called back right away saying his wife, who was supposed to be out for the night, ended up not going and we obviously couldn't hang out there. He was at his friends John's house (who was also a cop) but we decided to meet up at the pool at his apartment complex and figure it out from there. I wasn't THAT comfortable with him yet to hang out at some guys house I didn't know.. cop or not.

45 minutes later, I pulled into the pool's parking area and he was already waiting for me. We sat by the pool for what seemed only a few minutes (but was really almost 2 hrs) just talking and of course, flirting. We were both pretty thirsty, it was hot and humid and the summer after all, so we hopped into my car to go to the nearest 7-11 to get a drink. While I drove, his hand wondered up and down my inner thigh. He grabbed my hand and placed it on his zipper. The man was already rock hard.

We got to 7-11 and as we chose our drinks we found any way to touch eachother. A hand across the butt. Him pressing his hard dick against my back as he reached for something. By the time we left, we were both turned on. We went back to his complex, but instead of going to sit at the pool, he directed me to a secluded place in the back and I parked. We couldn't get our seatbelts off fast enough, we were all over each other. He was tugging at my shorts while I tugged at his zipper. His hand found it easier to just go up my pant leg instead of unbuttoning my shorts. Instantly he found my clit and began flicking it. I was enjoying it too much to keep fighting with his zipper so I sat back and relaxed as his finger brought me to climax for the first time. I wanted more, he wanted to give me more, but what I wanted the most was to suck his dick so I pushed his hand away.

I leaned back over and started to unzip his jeans again. He took the hint and leaned back in his seat, reclining it until it was almost flat. Slowly, I unbuttoned and unzipped his jeans then pulled his boxer flap to the side. What emerged is not what I expected at all. His dick flopped out and if there was a light around, it would have been an eclipse. His dick was HUGE!! And I couldn't wait to have it. I went at it like I was a hungry bear coming out of hibernation. Unfortunately, my mouth is small, his dick was big.. so.. I couldn't take all of him. But I did as best I could without gagging. He started with the dirty talk, then leaned over some so he could finger me some more. Minutes later I was cumming again and I could tell he was close.

"Just warn me. Don't do it in my mouth, please"

"You have any napkins or anything?"

I grabbed some from the glovebox and continued on. By this point, his back was arched and he was grabbing my hair. His breathing was becoming shallow and fast and I knew he was about to blow (no pun intended). I heard a low growl eminating from his chest and he pulled me away by my hair. The napkins weren't much of any help, as he released himself all over my shirt instead. The napkins WERE useful to clean me up though.

We both regained our composure and I lit a cigarette.

"Damn"

"Yea.. no shit. That was fuckin hot. I can't remember the last time I had head in the car. Maybe when I was like 17 or something..."

I giggled and continued smoking.

"We DEFINATELY need to hang out again. Except.. maybe not in your car, it's a little cramped."

"Well.. where else are we gonna go? Can't go to my house, my parents.. and can't go to your house, your wife is there"

"Don't worry. I'll think of something.. and soon too."

We chatted a few more minutes then said our goodbyes with promises to get together the following week when we both were off. I couldn't wait. If it was this good in the car, it HAD to be great when we had more room.