I have been a cop now for 10 years. I am 36 years old, single and never married. My job has been a huge part of my life now and it’s been difficult to fit anything else in. My partner, who I have had by my side for the past 3 years, is the opposite, married with children and the whole nine yards. Every day on the day beat I hear about one of his child’s accomplishments and how he and his wife are proud of their family. Sometimes it makes me sick to my stomach but it’s the life he chose for himself and he is happy. I trust this man with my life so I bite my tongue on most of it and just live vicariously through him.

I meet women all the time on and off duty and for some reason dating them, sleeping with them, seems ok and the right thing but it never turns out the way I want it to and to get it long term, is damn near impossible. I had this one woman who thought it was pretty hot to be with a cop but as I was dating her, I soon realized that she wanted to be too involved in my cases. It was almost as if she was getting some sort of sick perverse enjoyment from hearing about a dead body or how I would apprehend a suspect. It got too weird for me and I just ended it. I just sit back in my empty apartment and just hope that the right woman is out there for me but in the meantime, it’s just me, myself and I.

Another day on the job and my partner and I responded to a domestic disturbance call, a woman is in a fight with her husband and the neighbors called us to break it up. Once we received the address I couldn’t help to think that we had been to his particular house before but the names of the parties involved didn’t ring a bell to me or my partner. We arrived on the scene and saw the woman on the porch throwing what seemed to be his clothes out of the house. My partner and I stepped out of our squad car and he took the woman and I took the man. We separated them and sat them down to get their stories. I followed the man into the house and my partner stayed outside with his wife.

I sat the man down on the couch and began getting his side of the story. After he was done explaining himself I fed him the usual bull about how wrong it is to beat on your wife and that many men go to jail and end up shanked when other inmates find out they are wife beaters. He had this look on his face that shocked the crap out me. It looked as if he was checking me out. I was freaked out and me being freak out started to turn into something more. I looked him up and down and more we did this to each other, the more I began to sweat. Something came over me that I let control my actions. He grabbed his dick and winked at me. I grabbed mine and winked back. Then I grabbed his hand and placed it on my rock hard dick.

I then took him into the back bedroom where I forced him on his knees and I pulled out my thick uncut man meat and shoved it down his throat. I have been on planet Earth now for 36 years and this is the first time I have ever received a blow job. It felt damn good, different from pussy but good nonetheless. The man has a mouth like a hoover, nobody does it like him. He would pull and tug on my extra skin and it was turning him on and on. I took my nightstick and pressed it on the back of his head and used it to control his head movements to my liking. I’m watching as he takes every inch of my tool down his throat. I was making him suck on it faster and faster as I heard my partner and his wife getting closer to the house. In the heat of the moment I shoved his head all the way down on my shaft and blew what I believed to be the biggest load of cum ever literally down his throat. I removed my dick from his mouth and I heard him gulp down and swallow every drop of my load.

I put my dick back in my pants and he did the same and I lifted him up from his knees and told him once again about putting his hands on his wife. I escorted him back into the living room after first letting him create an overnight bag as I and my partner felt it was best that they stay separated for at least the rest of the day and night. My partner and I escorted him to one of his buddy’s place and that is where he is to stay for the remainder of the day. After clocking out for the day I went home and immediately felt ashamed of what I did. “Am I gay?” Do I just prefer men when it comes to getting a blowjob? Either way, I spent another night alone.