Confessions of An Interracialist 6

As I left St. Louis in the morning, I was still reeling from what had happened to me in the past 24 hours. My mind felt like it was going to explode knowing that I had just enjoyed my third interracial same-sex encounter in three months. I had been with a young black stud, an amazingly virile black man in his early 60's and my first all-male threesome, with a man who possessed my all-time favorite cock. If I had to choose which experience was my favorite, I would probably have a different answer every time you asked.

Eric was a fantastic first encounter with a black man, I couldn't ask for a better one. He helped me overcome my fear of being with a black man and proved to me that sex with men of color is even better than I thought it would be. Stanley was just as much of a friend as a lover, but what a great lover he was indeed. To look at him you would never guess he was actually quite a powerful sexual partner. Lastly, being with Terrell and his cousin Isaiah was mind-blowing and so unexpected. Had I known what I was in store for, I might have made the mistake of talking myself out of going through with it. I found that having sex with two remarkably endowed black men literally made me stronger and more confident afterward.

I made the choice to drive west instead of south when I left St. Louis. There was really no reason for me to get back to my condo immediately. I had quit my part-time job, and I didn't have anyone at home waiting for me. I had a change of clothes for at least four more days, plus I could wash them at any laundromat or even buy some new clothes. I had the money to live on the road for the rest of my life. There wasn't any reason I couldn't drive around and simply soak in everything that had happened in my life recently.

Don't get me wrong, I wasn't confused or even regretful. If anything, I felt as if I had been reborn. Eric had opened my eyes, maybe even opened a door of opportunities for me. Stanley had not only reaffirmed my true desires and attraction, but he showed me how we shouldn't judge a book by its cover. But most importantly, the cousins helped me look at myself in a light that I refused to accept for a long time. I was not only a deeply sexual being, but I had gifts and abilities that were appreciated by the men I found the most desirable. During those years I attracted black men with my web cam. I had a hard time wrapping my head around the fact that they found me as desirable as I found them.

I thought I was just being modest by telling myself that I was lucky so many black men wanted to watch me and be alone with me. After being with Terrell & Isaiah, it was time that realized it wasn't just luck. Not that I wasn't about to get a huge ego or suddenly become a narcissist, I just needed to quit being shy & reserved, especially with black men. I also didn't want to become too sexually easy, but I did want to catch up on lost time and experience some more men before I got too old to really enjoy myself. We all can't be like Stanley.

As it turned out, the drive was exactly what I needed. Driving down a long stretch of interstate, particularly when the road isn't busy with other drivers, is a great opportunity for deep thought & reflection. Playing my favorite music as I had the car in cruise control helped me think about what I had experienced in those past number of weeks. I replayed each encounter, recalling what I enjoyed about each man, and there was so much I found pleasurable. I remembered how magnificent each and every one of them were as lovers. I even critiqued my performance each time.

I thought about how much I enjoy being submissive, but I also enjoyed when I fucked Isaiah. The oral sex I enjoyed both giving and receiving, rubbing dicks with Stanley and thinking hard about how Eric, Stanley and Terrell fucked me. They all fucked me so well, yet each in a different way. I even pondered could there be a man who could outperform them? Was there a man whose cock would drive me crazier than Terrell, a body that aroused me more than Eric's did or a cock that could be thicker than Stanley's. Scratch that, I couldn't suck or fuck a fatter cock than Stanley's, my asshole was still recovering from his penetration.

Before those three encounters, I knew I had a "thing" for black men, an extraordinary fetish for them. But as I left St. Louis, I realized that my attraction was even greater than I thought it was. I had a true emotion, a respect and even a need for that type of man that I at one time thought would only be a fantasy. I began to tell myself I need to make myself more open and available for opportunities with black men.

I was driving down interstate 44, I had reached Joplin, Missouri in the middle of the afternoon and would reach Tulsa, Oklahoma by the early evening. I decided to stay the night there. I left early the next morning and was in Oklahoma City in less than two hours. I really didn't want to go through the larger cities, like Dallas since I encountered the heaviest traffic when I drove through Tulsa and OKC. I followed interstate 44 since I didn't see as many big cities in that direction, but the road still wasn't remote enough for me. While in Texas, I decided to start using the state highways. Now I was more isolated, and I was able to think and reflect even better now.

I didn't have a destination in mind, no route plotted out. I just drove the desolate, rural highways of Texas and enjoyed the travel. I was wearing a comfortable pair of jeans and a polo shirt. The temperature on that October day was very comfortable, so I had my window down. I hadn't even encountered any rain. My only stops consisted of refueling, I didn't even eat much that day. I simply thought about Eric, Stanley, Isaiah & Terrell. My cock consistently got rock hard while I would reflect on them.

It was starting to get dark. I would use my phone to find where I was, where I was heading and start to look for a place to bed for the night. I wasn't really tired. In fact, I was looking for a bed not to sleep in but to frankly jerk off on while I continued to think about those incredible black men I was fixating on all though the day and night.

It was after 8pm when I went through a town that had a motel that I found on my phone. As I drove up to it, it looked seedy and uninviting, so I decided to press on. I was once again on a rural highway that was quiet and desolate. I passed many fields, wooded areas, farms & ranches. I kept looking at my phone but should have paid more attention to my speedometer. I suddenly had blue lights tailing me.

"Fuck!" I shouted. I looked at my dash and saw the needle was just under 70 MPH. I slowed down and pulled over. I recalled what a friend whose father was a career policeman said about the decorum you should follow when pulled over, particularly at night. Hands on the steering wheel, never reach for anything until instructed to and most of all be respectful. Those officers have to be guarded especially at night. I watched through my side mirror as the policeman approached my SUV.

"Hello, sir. I'm State Trooper Jackson of the Texas Highway Patrol, do you know why I pulled you over this evening?" I could hear him as the bright light of his flashlight beamed into my car. I turned my head to see a tall, rather hulking black man in a pristine dark green uniform standing before me. I was struck by his appearance instantly.

"I was driving pretty fast, yes sir." I responded. I scanned him up and down. He was barrel chested and had two huge guns for arms. If he wasn't a cop, he was for sure a man I wouldn't want to anger. I estimated he had to be 6'3 or 4". He was clean shaven and I thought he reminded me of Derrick Brooks, a favorite football player of my favorite team, the Tampa Bay Buccaneers.

"Well, I have you clocked at 68 on a 55, sir. May I see your driver's license, registration and proof of insurance?" He asked. As I slowly, cautiously went for the documents and pulled out my wallet. Officer Jackson also inquired, "Sir what has you out on the road this evening?"

I explained I was from out of town and simply traveling through Texas. He asked where I was heading and I told him I had no predetermined place I was driving to. I just started to look for a hotel or motel.

"Sir, you realize, there is a motel just fifteen minutes behind you in the town you just left?" He informed me.

"Yeah, I saw it, but it wasn't a hotel I wanted to stay at." I told him.

He laughed and said, "I got you. It is a rat hole. I really don't blame you." He told me he was going to run my information and be right back. In the ten minutes he was gone, it gave me too much time to think about him. I was deeply stirred by his presence. I began to wonder what it would be like to be with him... sexually. I could feel myself wanting to proposition him. I began to fear what I would say to him when he returned. I had never openly flirted or hit on a black man that was a complete stranger to me. For some reason, I strongly felt compelled to give it a try.

It didn't help that my cock actually started to rise in his presence. It didn't help that I had worked myself up into a lather from thinking all day and night about the sex I had enjoyed those last three months. It certainly didn't help that I found this law officer so dammed attractive at first glance. I started to breathe deeply from my physical excitement. I shifted my hard-on in my pants. Where was he? I needed to get away from him before I said or did something very bold and stupid. I closed my eyes and tried to calm myself down. I was on the verge of having a sexual meltdown.

Suddenly his voice broke me out of my panic. "Sir, everything checked out. I'm going to cut you a break and just issue you a warning. I can tell you that if you take the next highway on your left, head another 8 miles, you will see the sign that will lead you to a town that has a much better motel. Here's your documents and I'll just need you to sign this ticket."

As I signed the ticket, I started to speak. The words were coming out almost involuntarily, as if I was having an out of body experience. "Thank you, officer. I really appreciate that. Is there something I can give you to show you, my appreciation?" I asked as I handed him the signed ticket. The tone in my voice was one that actually even surprised me. One that radiated calm and confidence.

"Uh, sir. I don't know what you mean?" He replied.

"I want to give you something... or, um... do something... for you. In... gratitude." I said, now a little less convincing as I could feel myself start to crumble in panic.

"Sir, are you offering me a bribe?" He asked stunned.

"No, no... I want to..." Before I finished, I was interrupted.

"You do understand that I'm simply issuing you a warning. There is no fine, no court appearance needed, I'm simply..." he started to explain, then I interrupted.

"Officer Jackson, I think maybe you're mistaken of what I mean. I want to thank you... personally. For your kindness and your hard work." Again, my voice became a little more relaxed and rather confident, despite my inside starting to turn and twist.

"What do you mean, personally?" I could hear his confusion. He was trying to ascertain what I was talking about. We were both walking a tightrope of words and hidden meanings, but there seemed to be the start of some understanding.

"You know, personally... from me to you... for you. A personal gesture, that I would like to do for you... or... to... you." I was just beating around the bush, still avoiding a direct and straightforward offering. He paused for a few seconds then responded.

"Personal, as in something you want to... give me?" He was choosing his words carefully as well.

I decided to make this offer more obvious yet still avoid any direct descriptions. "I want to do something that I am sure you would enjoy. I wouldn't take too much of your time. I know you are busy." Suddenly he pulled out his flashlight and turned on the light. The bright beam was right in my face, but I didn't look away, nor did I smile. I wanted to show him that I was serious and that this was a real offer.

"Are you with any law agency; local, state or federal? Are we being recorded?" he asked.

"No sir," I answered. "I'm just an everyday citizen that appreciates our law officers. I just want to give you something. A very personal and pleasing gift. If you know what I mean."

Again silence. It felt like the silence lasted for half a minute. It was then I got the most nervous, each second that he didn't respond and simply had that bright light in my face, felt like I had bought a ticket straight to the pokey. It seemed as if he was thinking over my offer. I was sure at that moment he had never had such a proposal, probably never had an experience such as the one I was suggesting. But clearly, he was thinking about it, thinking very hard.

He turned his flashlight off and said, "Follow me." I watched him walk back to his car and pull back onto the highway. I followed right behind him and noticed he was actually moving slower than the speed limit. Much slower. I started to wonder why and question if I had actually made a huge mistake. We drove a mile or two, still under 45 miles an hour, but then it hit me what he was doing. He was looking for a place we could use. It took over five minutes but suddenly he began to turn.

He found a dirt road that had trees on both sides. Although there were more farms along the highway than thickets of trees, he seemed to find an area that could provide some privacy. We pulled so far down it I couldn't see the highway behind us anymore. It was a wide road and while it wasn't paved, it didn't kick up dust and dirt as we drove down it. During the entire time I followed the trooper, I was building a curious & strange excitement in my head. I had never done anything even remotely close to this. I could feel my heart thumping. I felt dizzy with the rush of adrenaline that was coursing through me. I was scared, aroused, anxious all at the same time. His brake lights glowed and I stopped my car just a couple of feet behind him.

I watched him as he exited his cruiser. He was still wearing his hat that actually looked like a Stetson cowboy hat. He approached my car and then opened the door. I was told to turn off my vehicle and the interior light, which I complied. As I turned to him, I planted my feet to the ground. There were no streetlights nearby, so we were in the dark. I could only make out his outline against what was the only source of illumination, the full moon up above.

He said firmly, "You got ten minutes, twenty if you're good." That was my green light, we were absolutely on the same page. I moved quickly by reaching out, finding his zipper and tugging down. I could tell I wasn't going to have much time and needed to get right to work.

My hand reached into his trousers and made its way under his briefs. It didn't take long to find his cock, as soon as I was able to grasp it, my hand began to tingle. It felt soft, but very sizable. He was silent as I searched for his dick. I am positive he was processing the situation and maybe in stunned disbelief that he was going through with it. It took a little effort to work his flaccid cock out of his pants, but as soon as I did, I put it in my mouth.

I slid my lips down his meat and began to suck on it. He remained quiet for that first minute, but soon I felt his cock begin to thicken. I continued to work on that tender penis, that was maybe around five or six inches with some nice girth but could feel it begin to grow in my mouth. That was possibly the most exciting thing about this encounter early on, having his cock swell & harden slowly but unquestionably as I started to suck it.

It thrilled me tremendously being able to feel it grow longer and thicker as I continued to suck it. I was able to swallow his entire cock at first but with each pass of my lips it became more difficult, then impossible. On each push of my mouth, I could tell his cock was getting harder. It was so arousing I made an involuntary whimper as I continued to suck on him. From the moment I first had my mouth on it, his cock took less than two minutes to go from soft to rock hard. My only complaint in those first few minutes was that I was working completely in the dark. Once I could tell I had his cock fully erect I desperately wanted to see it with my own eyes. I could make out its dimensions with the touch of my mouth and hands. He was indeed well-hung. I knew he was very impressive, despite only being able to use my sense of touch and no sight.

When I could tell he was fully engorged, I swallowed as much of his cock as I could, but now I could only engulf about half his cock. His black cock filled my mouth completely and I know there was still a good bit I hadn't swallowed. That was the first time I heard him moan, because he did it boisterously. I slowly pulled my tight lips back up and he started to gasp. I followed with three quick and deep jabs with my mouth, I could feel his cock begin to spasm. He let out his loudest groan yet. My man in uniform was enjoying the blow job.

I pulled him out of my mouth and began a long slow lick down his shaft. I was estimating in my mind he was at least nine inches minimum but most likely a solid ten. It was still hard to judge because of the fact he was still wearing his pants buttoned up. As I licked back up, he said his first words since I started giving him head. A hushed exclamation that was powered with his breath more than his vocal cords, "You suck dick better than my wife."

I smiled from his admission and kept licking his cock. I also worked on getting his balls out in the open. I fumbled around and tugged on his briefs. It was hard to work with such a small opening that the zipper allowed. I could tell he wanted to help me without getting too comfortable and avoiding an uncompromising position. He started undoing his utility belt. When the belt came off, it was placed on the roof of my vehicle. I helped by quickly undoing his pants, opening them and pulling down his briefs slightly to free his balls. As soon as they came out, I lifted his big cock and started to lick & suck on those ebony jewels. I was rewarded with a piercing long moan for my efforts. Then he said in a weak, shaky voice, "You have definitely bought yourself another ten minutes."

His breathing deepened and became louder. I returned to his cock and drove my mouth on it as deep as I could. I used even faster thrusts since my mouth had become very wet by this time. My lips glided up and down his big black cock with silky runs that seemed to make his cock pulse with enjoyment. Suddenly, I could see the glow of a light over my head. It wasn't as bright as the flashlight, but there was a great amount of illumination going over me. I looked up to see he had pulled out his cell phone and was recording my blowjob.

Now I got my best view of his cock finally. It was a very handsome and stunning penis. He had a bend to it that curved upwards that I had noticed while I sucked but seeing it made it even more pronounced. Along with his protruding veins, I could now see he had indeed owned a ten-inch cock. His dick looked exceptionally hard. It was also a deep shade of black. His alluring cock was a rich ebony color. "Oh Trooper Jackson..." I crooned in an impressed tone. "... what a wonderful cock you have. It's so big!"

He responded gasping, as if he had been running, "I've never... had a man... go down... on me...". The exasperation in his voice filled me with pride. I knew I had made a profound impression on him; dare I say a lifechanging one?

"Really?" I responded as I playfully licked down his dark thick shaft. "You've never let another man enjoy this fabulous cock? Never let someone suck his way out of a speeding ticket before? I feel so honored if I am the first man to do this." I began to lick his fat head all around.

There was an obvious shiver in his voice as he told me, "I've been a trooper... for two years now..." He panted. "I've heard stories... some of the other guys told me... they have gotten blowjobs... on patrol." He threw his hat off on top of my car in sheer bliss, then said loudly, "Damn, you REALLY can suck a cock!"

I began to pump my mouth up and down on his cock, as much as I could take. It was a steady series of thrusts with my lips on his dark meat. His erection was so intense that I continued with my blowjob without the use of my hands. I had simply placed them on his hips for balance and support. "I can't believe how good this feels... from a man!" He burst outload.

"A great blowjob for a great cock, wouldn't you say Officer Jackson?" I asked.

"Yes... yes... great blowjob... really... great..." He groaned. You could almost mistake his verbal eruptions as if he was in pain. Between the way he enjoyed my mouth and how hard I got his cock, I knew he was in sheer bliss. I was riding a wave of confidence and pride like I have never felt.

His obvious pleasure also pushed me to a higher state of arousal. I moved out of the car and on my knees in front of the lawman. As I continued to suck his big black cock, I opened my jeans and pulled out my own erect cock to stroke. This encounter had caused me to pop a ferocious erection. I got my jeans down to my thighs, which were about as low as Trooper Jackson's pants were now and began to jerk off. I was pleasing his cock with my mouth and my own with my hand.

I was sure that this was going to take us to the end of our fateful encounter with hopefully the lawman blowing his load soon, but my mind's creative side started to fill with ideas. I sucked & jerked for another minute or two before I came up with my craziest notion yet that night. After all, the theme of the night was, "what the hell, just go for it". I took to my feet, standing in front of Trooper Jackson. I could see he was not only curious with what I was about to do but unhappy I stopped sucking him.

I had thought about the exciting way Stanley and I rubbed our cocks together. I wanted to repeat that very hot moment as I took both our cocks in my hands and began to rub the heads together. I had left an abundance of saliva all over his head, so there was no uncomfortable friction. But like Stanley, Trooper Jackson was a little too tall. He quickly recognized that as well and bent his knees so I could make my idea work even better. I looked down and could see he had the smart phone pointed to our cocks. The light of the phone shined on our dicks, helping me see what I was working with. I briskly swirled our cock heads around each other, as well as pressed them against each other. I could see my white skin against his ebony skin, my nine-inch cock lined up to his ten-inch tool.

Our two boners rubbing against each other was causing some serious heat that was felt by the trooper and myself. The contrast of our skin was electrifying and the sensation of our heads touching made us both gasp in rapture. I skimmed our shafts against each other causing even more organic electricity. I looked up and saw that the view was being enjoyed by Trooper Jackson. He was looking down with his eyes locked on our cocks as they touched. "Damn, you really got a big cock!" he erupted.

I couldn't take his compliment without saying the obvious. "But not as big as yours, Trooper Jackson."

"I mean it, you really have a nice cock yourself." He stated. I continued to run our dicks against each other. Both of our hard-ons sustained their brutal rigidness.

"You like this?" I whispered. He just simply shook his head yes. I could tell he was not only flummoxed, but really into watching our cocks touching.

"I learned this from a friend." I told him.

"You seem to have... good friends." He breathlessly replied. "Was he... black?"

"Oh yeah...," I confessed. "All my intimate friends are black. I enjoy their company the most." I continued rubbing our cocks. Then made a comment that I almost regretted as I said it, thinking I just killed the moment. "You do realize we've gone well over 20 minutes."

"Yes, I know." He sighed. I could tell that my "gift" was taking much longer than he hoped, but it also proved to me that he was really into our encounter and didn't want it to stop. The trooper surprised me with his next action, he took my cock from my hand, and we kept touching and rubbing them together while handling the other's penis. The light he was still holding with his other hand revealed that he was also stroking my cock as well. I was being masturbated by the law officer.

"I've never had a man's dick in my hand." He confessed eagerly and softly. "I've never seen a white dick this big and hard."

I watched, thanks to the smart phone's light, as Trooper Jackson played with my cock for a few more minutes. Then we morphed into handling our own cocks right in front of each other. We began to jerk off as we watched the other. In our frenzied strokes, our cock heads were so close they would periodically touch and graze as we both pumped our cocks wildly. Our pants had slid to our knees, and I could tell the camera was becoming more of a hindrance despite the fact it was providing illumination as well as a personal record of his first experience with a man. As our self-strokes quickened and intensified, our cries of satisfaction got louder and more frequent.

Again, my mind filled itself with notions with what could make the next moment hotter for myself and especially Trooper Jackson. What came to mind was so crazy I just reacted without giving myself an opportunity to change my mind. I stepped up on the running board of my SUV and stood on it with my cock elevated to the height close to Trooper Jackson's face. I released my cock and reach forward to cup his head, pulling his face just a couple of inches of my cock. I felt resistance when he was nearly to my cock. Suddenly he spoke out loud, "I've never sucked a dick before."

I was new to seducing a man. I had coerced a few ladies in my time but never a hunk of a black stud before. I simply used the direct approach, hoping to state the obvious. "Come on, you know you want to."

Not only did he take mere seconds to accept my offer, but I didn't have to pull him on my cock. He just leaned forward and took my hard dick in his mouth. I watched as he began to suck my cock, very cautiously and slowly, as if he had to convince himself to continue. As he slid deeper and deeper, in a slow, measured way, I offered him some encouragement. "Mmmmmm, yeah, that's it. You're doing good."

He slowly began to pick up speed but never built up to the speedy thrusts I had used on him. Still his mouth felt wonderful and I took control of the phone that was in his hand. He actually wasn't even capturing the last few minutes he was servicing me, as he was concentrating on my hard cock more. I videoed a few more minutes of him sucking me and decided to turn off the phone's camera and set it with his utility belt on the roof of my car. Either the moon's illumination got brighter or my eyes adjusted, because I could make out what he was doing even without the light from the phone.

I pulled my wet cock out of his mouth and rubbed the head on his lips as I said, "You really like this cock, don't you?"

"Yes..." He answered exasperatedly. "I do... I like sucking it."

"I bet you've thought about sucking big white cock before, haven't you?" I asked as I returned my schlong to his mouth. He gave a positive full-mouthed response as he continued his blowjob with increasing enthusiasm. When the words left my mouth, I realized that I had actually described my cock as "big". It was the first time I openly admitted to myself and a black man that I had a big cock. I let him enjoy my cock for several minutes but was soon interrupted by an expected interruption, my impending orgasm.

I could feel myself reaching a boiling point. It's truly a miracle that I lasted as long as I did. I had been dealing with an on again-off again hard-on for the past ten hours or so. Since there was an issue with time, it also compelled me to not fight off this release. Without a warning and by pure impulsive actions, I took back my cock from his mouth as I let out a thunderous groan. The officer pulled away knowing I was going to explode by my animated outcry and simply encouraged me to climax saying, "Oh yeah, cum. Shoot that shit!"

I hopped off the car's running board, down to the ground as I was still jerking my cock. Trooper Jackson was standing to my left. He had been stroking his own dick as he blew me. I took his hard dick in my hand by its base and positioned it right in front of my cock as I briskly jerked myself. I began to shoot off all over his cock. Some of my cum spurts shot over his cock and landed on the ground, but I was able to cover nearly all of that long black dick with my white-hot semen.

When the last of my jizz finished leaving my cock, I took to my knees and stuffed his cock covered with my own cum into my mouth. As you may remember I have tasted my own semen before, so for me this was not a new experience. I am sure that Trooper Jackson was in complete shock that I not only unloaded all over his cock but was now happily cleaning my cum off of it.

I couldn't get a read on a facial expression on Trooper Jackson's face. The light from the moon wasn't bright enough to help me see that far above. I'm guessing he was shocked with what he was watching me do. I had left an abundance of my protein all over his cock, then licked off three good mouthfuls of cum from it. When I was sure I had completely cleaned his cock, I went to work on getting him off. He was quiet as I licked him clean but soon I had him moaning again as I pumped my mouth on his dick.

I went to a triple combination of sensations with one hand gripping & pulling his balls, my other hand was jerking the base of his cock and my mouth working his head with rapid thrusts. Soon he had his hand holding my head in a grip that told me he was in total rapture. The totality of his balls being fondled along with what my hand and mouth were doing to his cock had him back to bellowing out his howls of satisfaction. I could also sense he was going into involuntary spasms that rippled through his body.

I worked on his package with a dedicated effort. I was hell bent on making it explode with pure pleasure. My mouth sloshed and slurped nearly as loud as his moans that he let out. "Oh shit!" He boisterously repeated often.

I sucked him wildly like this for another few minutes when suddenly I heard him yell, "I'm getting ready to cum!"

In case you have never sucked a big cock, whether it is black, brown or white, the wonderful thing when it is rock hard and ready to shoot is how noticeable it pulsates right before it blows. A big hard cock that fills your mouth can't hide when it is about to climax. His cock started to come alive significantly in my mouth. I could feel it throbbing mightily. I took him out of my mouth and beat that big dick with a furious stroke of my grip. "Mmmmmm..." I encouraged. "Cum for me, I want your cum!"

"Oh God..." he panted heavily. "Oh shit! I've never... it's never felt... I'm... I'm... I'm cumming!"

I could feel his cock brilliantly heave in my grip, and then it suddenly exploded. A violent splatter of thick gooey semen hit my face. That first spurt told me that this was probably a significant orgasm for him. Something truly special.

"Oh yeah!!" I reeled in delight from the force and heaviness of his first violent load. I kept jerking and felt his rod go off again. The second wave might have been even more forceful and a larger release of his baby batter. Again, it splashed against my face, I shook my head against the semen shower. "Damn!" I blurted loudly.

After his third powerful release splashed against my neck & chest, I leaned forward with my mouth opened wide for a direct deposit. With my mouth agape, I could feel an amazing fourth discharge that landed in my mouth. I took his cock into my mouth to work it with my lips and could feel another blast of that sweet cum filling my orifice. The fifth blast caused me to drivel a good amount of his semen from of my lips. The large glob rolled off my chin landing on my chest.

I didn't take him out of my mouth until the last of his climax. I could sense his cock was still throbbing in my mouth's grip and releasing smaller, yet significant amounts of his orgasm. I simply kept swallowing what was being deposited in my mouth. It was a good thing that I didn't eat much that day. I consumed a great amount spunk between both of our orgasms.

I was frankly losing the battle, I had to wave the white flag and pull off his cock. This man had probably produced more semen than two men combined and had plastered me with more cum than I could ever imagine. I had his cum all over my face, down my gullet, still had some in my mouth and was wearing a heavy deposit on my neck & chest. All through this he bellowed sounds that still ring in my memory. His outbursts were intense cries of satisfaction. The shower of his ejaculate lasted for what could have been a half minute, but it was an amazing display of the most powerful orgasm I have witnessed.

I was left stunned as he gathered himself quickly. He dressed himself and collected his things that were sitting on top of my car. He asked for my phone number, which I gave it to him as I ran my hand over my face and could feel I was indeed seeded with his massive deposit that clung to my cheek & forehead. Even though it was already heavily soiled, I took off my shirt and used it to clean the mess that was covering my face. I got to my feet and carried the shirt, weighty with fresh semen, to the back of my vehicle. As I opened the back of my SUV to stash the shirt and get a clean one, I could hear the car door of his cruiser close and the start of a car engine. Trooper Jackson turned the car around and left in a hurry. No goodbye and no thank you. I wasn't terribly hurt but I would have thanked him for a very nice experience.

It would take nearly an hour for me to find another town with a hotel that was offering vacancies. I had just walked into the room when my cell phone rang, the caller's ID was a Texas number. It was Officer Jackson who apologized for his abrupt getaway and wanted to assure me he did enjoy our hour-long encounter. He said he was extremely lucky he wasn't radioed through the time we spent together. The call didn't last long but ended with him asking if he could call me again in the future. I told him I would like that.

It was only three weeks later that Trooper Jackson called me. He told me that our hour-long encounter on that dirt road was all he could think about, day and night. He had confessed that despite secretly having the fantasy, he never envisioned he would ever be with another man sexually. I asked him if he regretted it and he told he didn't. He also said he wanted to do it again. He asked me if I might ever return to his area. I told him that was a strong possibility.

We stayed in touch when I invited him to call anytime. He would call me a few times over the months when he was on a slow, quiet shift and we talked about many things, mainly when I might visit again. Then in the early spring he told me his wife was going on a weekend conference out of town. He would be able to easily meet up if I was in the area. We planned it out that I would get a motel room in a town about an hour away from where he lived. It took a couple of days to reach, but I checked in that evening as instructed.

Trooper Jackson came to my room late that night. He was dressed in his regular clothes since he was off that night. I was slightly disappointed he wasn't in his work clothes; he was very sexy in the policeman uniform. Within five minutes we were totally nude and locked in a 69 position for what seemed to be over an hour. We both climaxed, showered and then started a session of rubbing our cocks together in a long, sensual pairing. We were on our knees in the middle of the bed, rubbing our cocks against each other's. As we did this we both looked up into each other's eyes, felt the attraction and started to kiss. At first softly & cautiously, then deeper and more passionate with lots of tongue. The night ended with me offering my asshole to Trooper Jackson and him fucking me for another hour in various positions.

Our second encounter was even more satisfying and memorable than our first. When I left Texas, I took a few days of travel but eventually made my way to St. Louis to visit Terrell in which we were able to spend several hours alone in a hotel room. My whirlwind sex tour took me back to Michigan to see my good friend Stanley. I spent several days there and of course he fucked me every day I was there. I drove home exhausted but very happy.

I decided that would be the last time I would go visit all of the men on one trip. I would revisit them over the next few years but only one at a time. Oddly the man I ended up seeing the most would be Trooper Jackson. We had a chemistry that was very special and stronger than the bonds I made with the other men. In fact, I am getting ready to visit him for the sixth time next week. He has certainly become my favorite lover of all the men I have been with. We have even discussed the possibility that I might buy a place nearby to him. It would make my visits so much nicer than always having to get a motel.