Tuesday, November 20, 2007

Badges, Belts, Muscles and Man-Guns

The cub is a law abiding citizen and has always had a great respect for the police. It most likely stems from his attraction to authority figures, especially if those authority figures happen to be male and wearing a uniform. Recently I happened to be at one of the local court houses taking care of some business. While I was there I could not help but to notice the constant stream of police men coming in and out of the place. The variety of officers is what caught my attention the most. Some were completely in uniform others were just in t-shirts and pants. Some were short, some were tall. Some were really fit, some average and others looked like they had their share of the dounuts. There were several similarities they all shared besides the black boots and belts though. As far as upper body goes, they were all built solid, with bulging biceps and pectorals, which I imagined were a result of regular training and workouts at the police academy gym. They all had military crewcuts. As for the lower body, those flat front, police issue uniform pants make it virtually impossible to hide the fact that they are covering a penis and a pair of testicles and firm muscular thighs. My mind has a tendency to wander when it comes to such things so I began to think about the process of how all of these parts of the man were inspected on a regular basis at routine physical exams. As I took it all in I began to think that perhaps I had stepped into some type of alternate reality, a living heaven of sorts.

I couln't help but to think that out of all of these uniformed men there had to be at least 2 or possibly 3 who just might be interested in heading down to the lock-up and seeing what could happen between a couple of men in such a place. I imagine that enforcing the law is a pretty high stress job so it makes sense to me that if the pressures of that job were balanced with a little "release" on a regular basis there might be a marked improvement in the performance of our police force.
I theorize that a little bit of man to man release in the lock-up could possibly serve to eliminate some of the ugly things, like police brutality and racial profiling, that are sometimes associated with the police and tarnish their good name and are probably a result of the unchecked stress of the job. Getting worked over by couple of cops in a holding cell or an interrogation room would be hot and I would be more than willing to stop by the courthouse as often as necessary to take care of such things, in fact The Cub would consider it his civic duty.

There have been times that my boyfriend has shown me what the long arm of the law feels like. Sometimes he will just bend me over the bed and smack my ass until it's red and hot and then he'll shove his cock into my ass and fuck me until he pops his load onto my back. In this sort of scenario aggression plays a pretty big part and I think it is important to have a way to regularly release that agression that is healthy and safe for all. It's when it gets bottled up for too long that problems start.
The aggressive, rough sex can be a real workout as well. There have been many times that afterward I felt like I just had a workout at the gym. And speaking of which, I recently found myself scoping out this guy at the gym. He is, like myself, a hot little cub. We are about the same height and weight and his hair is buzzed. He has nice muscular legs, evenly covered with light brown hair. He's a little stocky but solid which is hot. I think his name is Kevin or something and he drives a pick-up truck which sort of adds to my impression of his masculinity. I've noticed him checking me out as I've been doing the same to him and I believe at some point he will engage me in a conversation and we will discover our commonalities. This will lead us to the mat room where we will practice wrestling moves on each other and partake of a little playing and rough housing, the sort of things 2 cubs in the wild would do. The tent that he has pitched in his black nylon gym shorts is a clear indication that we are on the same page with what is going to happen. We head to the locker room and admire each other in our jocks before stripping completely and hitting the showers and sauna. All locker room fantasies aside, my goal of course in this situation will be to get him home for a 3-way with my boyfriend. During which I imagine at some point he would tell me that he wants me to fuck him. I know that you are probably thinking that such a thing is out of character for me but you should know that even though The Cub is pretty much portrayed here as a voracious bottom, he does have some experience with being a top. I've given it to my boyfriend on ocassion and I've had previous relationships where there has been some flip-flopping. I guess in reality I would consider myself versatile because I don't want to be pigeonholed into only one position.

My previous relationship, which was several years ago was with a guy who was also a cub like myself. It wasn't really a serious relationship we were more or less just fuck-buddies which is cool. When the masculine, muscular, semi-hairy male is not giving it up in a serious relationship it's still important that he gets some man to man action from time to time and a fuck-buddy is the perfect solution. Anyhow this guy loved to fuck but what he loved even more than fucking was eating my ass. He would go at it for quite a while and I of course had no complaints about that. He had big heavy balls, his cock was average length but it was really thick so along with the ass eating we used quite a bit of lube so when we fucked it usually ended up being really wet and a little messy which is hot. One other thing he would do which you see in porn from time to time that is a huge turn on for me is he would eat my ass and then start fucking me and then pull his cock out and go back down and eat my ass some more. That is totally hot but also sort of like playing with fire depending on whose ass it is. The Cub knows how to be good and clean so I don't think he ever got any surprises. He would just say "tastes like a man". He was never one to put a towel down either, if it was going to be a sloppy fuck he wanted it left behind, he said he liked sleeping in it. Which is sort of one of those things that sounds hot but in retrospect after the moment has passed you might feel different about it.
Sort of like if you pick up the blue collar "straight" guy who is looking for a quick afternoon fuck. Getting fucked by a blue collar dominant top can be intensly exciting because just knowing that the blue collar dominant top is giving it to you and taking what he wants is usually enough for the submissive bottom to get himself off. The thing is after it's all over and you survey the situation it might not seem that hot anymore and you may be inclined to think something like "ok that was great but you can go back to your forklift or lawnmower now". The same sort of thing took place with my boyfriend the other day. He came home from being away for a couple of days and he said "let's make out" so we did because masculine, muscular, semi-hairy men who are really into each other should make out sometimes. Making out turned into being on the bed naked with 2 big erect mancocks. He got out the lube and started playing with my dick and balls. I said "I'm not ready to get fucked right now" assuming that was the direction this was going in and he said "that's ok we don't have to fuck". I was sort of taken by surprise by this because I was expecting him to say something like "Don't you ever tell me you're not ready to get fucked boy, now get that ass up here." Who knew? So I just lay back, relaxed and let him jerk me off. After I came he started jerking himself off and he decided that he wanted me to tell him about my experiences getting fucked by another guy. So I jumped right in talking about my fuck-buddy relationship. Somewhere around the point where I said something like "he pushed the head of his thick, lubed cock into my slick, glistening pucker and despite the resistance from the tightness of my hole he slid in, balls deep and started riding my man ass, his heavy, sweaty testicles slapping against me with each penetrating thrust" my boyfriend closed his eyes and started jerking his cock with short and fast strokes so I knew I put him over the edge. But no sooner did the last spurt of jizz land on his muscular abdomen did he start yelling "You whore! Shut up! I don't want to hear this! Why are you telling me this?" Boy did we get a laugh out if that. We're still laughing about it today. The Cub enjoys a sense of humor as much as he enjoys a nice cock and making out with his boyfriend.