I've written before how a photo will get my mind working on a story. This photo of porn star Luke Wilder resembles how I imagine Deputy Keith Wilson to look. I hope you enjoy this micro-story.
Parking in front of the mailboxes after a really rough day, I leaned back and closed my eyes. Had I not received a text message announcing the arrival of a replacement foot for my sewing machine, I’d have gone straight to my apartment. I took a deep breath and headed out to retrieve my mail. I wasn’t one step into the covered area when I saw him, and he was in the uniform of a deputy sheriff.
My feelings of fatigue and lethargy completely disappeared. My heart rate and my blood pressure immediately shot up. Blood began pumping to my groin. I glanced his way as I stepped to my box.
He wasn’t wearing a uniform the first time I’d seen him; he was wearing white shorts and playing tennis with someone. His obviously narrow waist, less than thirty inches I was sure, was accentuated by his strong upper body. He had broad shoulders, strong chest muscles, and he was smooth. His straight hair seemed to part naturally in the middle and was cut shorter on the sides. He had real sideburns that made me want to touch his face. His skills at playing tennis were certainly above average. I did my best to watch him without giving myself away. He had the kind of body that men either wanted or wanted to lie under. He was in my thoughts that night before I fell asleep.
I didn’t see him again for several weeks. I kept watching for him, but his absence caused me to conclude that he was a guest rather than a resident. One day, I’d come home for lunch, and he was jogging down the sidewalk. His skimpy running shorts left nothing to the imagination. He was muscular all over, and his package appeared slightly above average, so the next time I formed a naked image of him, he sported an erection measuring about seven inches in length. When I closed my eyes and dreamed about wrapping my fingers around it, my index finger just touched my thumb. On that day, I had tried to glance in the mirror to see his back, but with his running in the opposite direction of my drive, I didn’t see much. I hoped that he was indeed a resident, and I decided that I needed to walk the grounds more often.
The third time I saw him, he was doing laps in the pool, I was on my way to the office to report a burned-out bulb in the light for the stairs for my apartment. While making the report, I decided that now was the best time. I’d walk up to him, introduce myself, and find out if I could take him out to dinner.
He was swimming on his back as I walked next to the pool. I turned chicken-shit, and I kept walking. I hurried back to my bedroom and released the sperm that had been trying to get out when I first saw him swimming. I wondered whether I should move. Just a glimpse of him was driving me crazy.
Two weeks later, he’s in a uniform getting his mail. I tried to remember to breathe as I went to my box. I ignored him and checked the slot. It was empty. As I closed the door, I looked over at him, and he was looking at me. I froze; well, not all of me, I felt a tingle in my groin.
He walked up to me. “I’ve wanted to meet you. I’ve seen you looking at me. My name is Keith and…” He paused. “Shit.” He smiled. “Are you getting hard?”
I felt my face get flush. Fuck, my dick was pushing to get out of my underwear. How should I answer? “I’m Scott, and yes, I’m popping a boner. And it’s not the first time you’ve done that to me.”
His smile grew broader. “Yeah? You’re doing it to me, too.”
I looked down, and indeed his pants seemed tighter in that area.
He leaned forward and kissed me. His hand brushed against my bulging package. “The ball’s in your court now.”
“Apartment 308,” I said. I walked toward my car. I turned around. “Now.” I went to my car, and it was difficult not to drive insanely fast to get to my apartment. He was right behind me in a police cruiser. I hurried to the stairs and quickly climbed to the landing. I turned back to see a handsome deputy a few steps from the bottom. I continued to watch him. I wanted to remember every moment of what was about to happen.
“Forget your key?” he asked as he reached the top.
“No, I just couldn’t take myself away from the sexiness of your climbing the stairs.”
“Me?” he asked. “Watching your ass wiggle on your way up gave my hardon a hardon.” He pulled me to him as I slid the key in the lock. I could feel his boner pushing into my ass. “Better hurry,” he whispered, “or I’ll have to fuck you right here on your doorstep.”
“You wouldn’t dare,” I insisted, but I wanted so badly, I think I might have let him.
“I don’t think you realize how irresistible you are.” He kissed my ear.
I pushed the door open and pulled him inside. I pushed it shut and locked it. Tossing my keys on the table, I felt his hands grab my ass and pull me up to him. His mouth covered mine, and I let his tongue have its way. His tool belt was in my way; I wanted my body to be completely against his. I ran my fingers along the close-cropped hair on the sides of his head and then through the longer hair on the top. Fuck, he was so sexy. And those sideburns. I rubbed my face against them.
I wanted to feel flesh against flesh. I stepped back and began to unbutton my shirt. “Can I help you get yours off?” I asked.
“It’ll be faster if I do it myself. He removed his toolbelt and pulled his shirt loose before unbuttoning it. I watched every movement. His bullet-proof vest was next followed by his t-shirt. Seeing his smooth, muscular, chest this close made me weak in the knees.
I kicked off my shoes and shoved my pants down to the floor. I tossed the pants and the socks on a nearby chair and stood in front of him in my underwear. A huge wet spot was growing where the tip of my dick pushed against the fabric. I looked up at Keith, and he was sliding his pants off. His underwear had pushed down, but the elastic band was caught on the tip of his hard cock. I got down on my knees and freed it from its cage.
I had to wonder if anyone had ever written a love sonnet to a penis. It was a man’s tool, not his only one, in the art of love. Keith’s erection was about six to seven inches in length and a perfect girth to fit inside my mouth. The head would have to enter my throat if I were able to get my nose down to his tiny bush of brown pubic hair.
My hands grasped onto his ass as I slid the shaft between my lips. There was resistance at my throat, but I prevailed, and as it popped farther in, an audible gasp from Keith told me he enjoyed what I had done. I spent about a minute slipping my tight lips up and down his rod before releasing it and standing.
I gripped his hand in mine and led him to the bedroom. Up to that point in my life, my preference was to be taken from behind. I could concentrate on the sensation of a hard cock struggling to get past my tight ass muscles, finally winning, and then the wonderful sensation of having my prostate massaged.
I didn’t want to see the face of the man boning me. He’d be gone in a few weeks, maybe a month. Would Keith prefer to fuck me from behind? Would I be just a hole to him? I wanted to watch his eyes as he took me, to see his face as he pushed in, to watch his expressions as our fuck intensified to its conclusion.
I led him to the bed and pulled the sheet and blanket to the side. Reaching into the nightstand, I brought out the lube and condom.
“Will you put it on me?” he asked. Then he kissed me again. He sucked my tongue into his mouth, and when he released it, he dropped down to his knees and began sucking my cock. He was an expert. He took all of me into his mouth and then ran his tongue up and down my shaft. I felt myself shudder in delight. He stood back up. “I don’t want you to come yet.”
I reached down and applied a little bit of lube to his dick before unrolling the condom over it. A little more lubricant on the condom and he was ready. I climbed onto the bed and prepared to apply some lubricant to my ass.
“No, wait. Not yet,” said Keith, and he positioned himself near my ass and began to rim me. I’d had guys tell me they wanted to, but none ever did. I was squirming within moments causing Keith to laugh deliciously with a low tenor rumble. He added a finger to the fun, and I went from moans to gasps to eye-rolling lightheadedness.
When he lowered my ass to the bed, I felt him adjust his cock to align with my hole. He looked at me; and I, at him. He pushed, and I pushed back, and his dick slipped into me.
“Oh, baby,” he said as he stared directly at me. I felt that he meant it. We kissed as he moved in and out of me. He pulled his head up just slightly; we were still able to maintain our gaze. Before long the frenzy of our desire was met with the increased frequency of our fuck, and I felt myself clamping down on him.
“Scott, baby, I’m close. I’m really close.” He pushed into me hard, determined, and I saw the moment of ejaculation register on his face. I let go and came as well, and then we fell together. I pulled his head to my chest. Minutes passed as our breathing slowed; our heartbeats returned to normal.
From experience, I suspected that he would begin to move at any moment. He’d proceed to the bathroom to clean up. The usual stuff.
But he didn’t. He stayed there, slowly moving his arms until he held me. We were still holding each other just like that fifteen minutes later. It was so nice. There must be a better word to describe it, but it was nice.
Finally, he broke the silence. “Scott, this is usually where I say thank you, dress, and leave. Or you make it clear that you are ready for me to go.”
I remained quiet, and I gave him a little squeeze.
“I don’t want to go,” he said. “I want to stay like this a while. This feels nice. In a little bit, I’d like us to get cleaned up and go to dinner. Then I’d like to come back and do this again.”
“I’d like that, too.” I bent my head forward and kissed the top of his head. I felt tingly all over.
