drakestories: Drew Carson, the 1st string running back on the Jefferson High team, shuffled nervousl
drakestories: Drew Carson, the 1st string running back on the Jefferson High team, shuffled nervously in the greeting cards section of the drug store. Ten feet down was a man as tall as he was, only with the fuller build of a man in his late 40s. Drew had been doing a lot of jerking off lately and a lot of exploring porn about real men…. muscle guys, cops, daddy types. This guy seemed to be all of Drew’s fantasies rolled into one. That’s why he stood there, unable to leave, trying to stare at the police officer as much as he dared without attracting attention. Drew picked up another card and desperately wished the little girl at the end of the aisle would join her mother at the cash register. At last the girl left and Drew took in a deep breath and took a couple steps leftward, toward the officer. He wasn’t sure the words were going to come out of his mouth but they did. “Tough finding a card, huh?” Officer Roger Jones looked up, surprised at the presence of a young athlete next to him, dressed in the undeniable unofficial uniform of a high school jock: MLB ball cap, white Jefferson High team T-shirt, faded jeans, and flip flops. He was undeniably young, Officer Jones thought immediately, but something prematurely adult, too… the build, the stature, the confidence the kid had. Immediately, Jones went into Officer Friendly mode and broke into a laugh. “Don’t ya know it. My wife told me to pick up something for our niece’s birthday party. How the hell am I supposed to know which card to get.” Drew smiled, feeling a little more relaxed. “I know, right? They’re all cheesy, your niece probably doesn’t care as long as there’s a gift card inside.” “You’re probably right,” the cop laughed and put down one of the cards he was looking at. He started to pick up one at random and walk away when he stopped. Not ready to end the conversation. “What are you looking for?” Drew gave a nervous shrug. “It’s for my dad. Father’s Day.” “I take it the gift card trick’s not gonna work then,” Jones joked. “No sir,” Drew answered, chuckling before his face got serious. “You know, we’re not that close lately, but well, I want him to know how important he is to me.” The athlete blushed but something about this policeman’s calm, laidback demeanor brought it out in him. The officer felt a lump of emotion in his throat. “I’m sure he knows. We dads aren’t always good at expressing ourselves, but we can usually tell what our kids are thinking.” “Yeah?” Drew looked Roger in the eye with an intense look of expectation. “I got a boy of my own. Sometimes I don’t tell him that I love him or that I’m proud of him, like I ought to. I dunno, I guess I worry he’ll think he’s grown too old for that.” Drew shook his head. “He won’t sir. Not if he’s like me.” Now it was Jones who stepped a little closer to Drew and put his hand paternally on the running back’s shoulder. “I guess there’s a bond you never grow out of, huh?” The man’s fingers were now gently massaging Drew’s muscular shoulder, sending electricity straight to the teen’s cock. “No, sir.” Jones pulled his hand back all of a sudden and seemed to be mulling something over in his mind. “You want to go to the park some time, toss around a football? Jake doesn’t seem to have time for his old man lately, and I thought… well….” his voice trailed off and his face blushed a bright crimson. “I…. I’d like that, Officer.” The older man smiled. “Listen, I’m on shift now, and got this goddamn birthday party to go to, but if you can wait till after dinnertime, I can meet you at Perkins Park, next to the baseball diamond.” Drew Carson shook the man’s hand in a strong grip, agreeing to meet later that Saturday. Jones was all changed into a casual polo shirt and shorts, and Drew wore the practice jersey cut off shorts he usually did drills with. It was getting dusk out in the park and the two men had thrown the ball around for a good hour before laughing and sitting down in the grass and talking, their hands edging closer to one another and finally touching. They made their way across the field and to the hedges and an abandoned, half-rotted bench. Drew Carson dropped his shorts and watched at the police officer did the same. The older man was not record breaking in cock size, but the prick was hard and powerful and looked even more ominous as Roger opened a lube packet with his mouth and squirted the liquid on his steely erection. He put a towel on the bench so that the athlete could lay back and spread his legs. The cop knelt down and nudged his way into the crevice of the tight hole. He suspected Drew was virgin, particularly as he felt the tightness gripping his prick at entry. But the boy was a real trooper and bit his lip as he let the older man enter, then fuck him. Roger Jones wanted to speak, wanted to say something badly, but he was afraid of breaking the spell. Fortunately Drew did it for him. “Fuck me, Dad,” he whispered. Officer Jones leaned forward and placed an open-mouthed kiss on Drew as he fucked impatiently toward an orgasm inside his substitute son. -- source link