Not very PC PC

Story time...

I haven't posted on here in sometime, having been in a relationship it's been, well, pretty boring...

I'm single now, have been for around six months. Im an open gay guy, 33 years old from the north of England. I have experiences with straight or 'straight' guys in the past, see my other posts for back story... I think due to these experiences I've unwillingly developed a fetish/kink for 'straight' guys. Specifically lads that haven't been with a guy before, there is something rewarding about beint their 'first' isn't there?

This is one of these stories... it is, along with my other tales, 100% true. I haven't posted here in years as I have had nothing to say... so sit back and enjoy, here goes...

I work in education, part of my job is to arange 'guest speakers' that would come in to speak to students to 'inspire' them. I've arranged lots of over the years, therefore, I tend to work with, and ask the same people to come and speak. One day we wanted a police officer to come and speak, I contacted my usual lady who informed me that she is on maternity leave, but that she could put me in touch with somebody else. For this story to work im going to call him PC Evans (not his real name). I emailed this guy and arranged a phone call. I would love to say his voice on the phone sounded so sexy here, or he flirted or something to keep the reader of this entertained. However, he seemed irritated, bored and cold. I explained how it would be a good opportunity for the students and did my usual plea. We arranged to meet up to discuss further and arange a date, to make this convenient for him I arranged to go to the station. This isn't something new to me, through my role I've been to the police station many times. A non-descript concrete lump of a building, cold and hostile. I met PC Evans in the reception, my first impressions of him was as follows...

The first thing I noticed was the lack of eye contact PC Evans gave. He introduced himself, handshake, firm. He seemed, skittish. Looks wise, well, 6,4 tall, dark hair, trimed bearded, green eyes, a slight bend in his nose that somehow suited his rugby player build. His overall stature, size and demeanor was intimidating. I imagined criminals just 'give up' on seeing him. I immediately fancied him, no wedding ring but almost certainly straight. I knew i was dreaming, but thinking about my newly single life, I don't mind admitting I was already planning my bedtime wank.

I work with new people all the time, and PC Evans wasn't the first hot guy in uniform I've come into contact with. However, this was the first guy that on first meeting made me this nervous, I'm usually a confident guy. His size, lack of eye contact and inconvenienced attitude make me weary. He lead us down to a room, I'd love to make this story hotter here by saying we was in a cell or something, however, this was a boring box room, a table and two chairs. No two wear mirror, no cuffs, none of that. He did however, seem to fill the room. He size of him turned me on. As I sat there he pulled his laptop out, told me he won't be a moment, a shook my hand (again), odd, why? He's nervous...

I few things went through my mind here, one, why would a guy of this size, who is in the police be nervous of little old me. Two, did he forget he had already shook my hand? It made no senses and was awkward. Thirdly, and I'm not proud of this - when he took his right hand in mine, I reminded myself how this is the hand he holds his cock in. When he's taking a piss or when he's beating himself, this thought instantly made me stiffen in my pants. Luckily we was sat down, my trousers tight, safe, for now. As I stared at him tapping away on his laptop I took in his features more, a strong neanderthal brow bone, full lips, fuck... I was turning myself on again. Having been out of a relationship for six months I've been at my horniness, however, I usually save this for after work. 'I can't keep calling you PC Evans, can I? What's you're first name' I ask. 'Nathan' he mumbled as he carried on trying to get onto his clearly rarely used laptop. Nathan Evans, nice, I like the name Nathan, it reminded me of my first teenage crush 'Nathan' from queer as folk. I admit, I had an alternative motive to finding out his first name, I needed to see his face, later, tonight, social media should see to that. The rest of the meeting went with nothing of note, obviously he was gorgeous and I most likely flirted slightly, its in my nature, he asked what he needed to ask, matter of fact continuing with the lack of eye contact. I gave him my number, incase he needed anything, something I don't usually do, and thanked him. We had a date for him to come and talk.

Later that evening I searched all over for a Nathan Evans, found nothing. On reflection he didn't seem the type to post on socials. I lay in bed. Thinking of those big hands, I wonder what size feet he is? How would he look naked? His chest looked big. Jerking my cock i imagined his full lips on mine, I came, covering myself and wished it was him.

Two days before the talk, I received a phone call from a number I didn't have saved. 'Hello', it was him, he wanted to clarify a few things, but I had his number now. I lied to myself, telling myself he wanted me to have his number, that chastised myself an idiot, he is clearly straight.

The day of the talk came, he was late so we didn't talk much at first he went straight in to to lecture hall. He spoke well, I imagined he might change into a suit for his talk, that is what usually happens with guest speakers. However, he still wore his police uniform. Standing to the side of the podium I could see his ass, perfect. Why do straight guys always have a good ass. He must work out, surely, or play sports, he definitely has a rugby build, and if you've read my other entries, I love a rugby guy. I could see his handcuffs poking out the other side of his belt, I felt myself harden again. Having a semi here was totally inappropriate, I calmed myself. After his talk, we spoke briefly. His eye contact better today. We shook hands again, however, this time the hand shake lingered. Or was it just me? Did time just freeze a little? I asked if I could keep in touch, he looked at me confused. More concerned actually, panicked maybe? 'I mean, incase we need you again for anytbing here' I said. He looked at me and smiled, fuck, that smile. He had been so serious on ever encounter, its the first time I've seen him smile. The dimples, those perfect teeth, I swelled again, in my boxers, for the second time today. What is up with me? I'm like a teenager again. 'Of course' he said as he left.

Later that day I got home, my boxers sticky from precum. I'd thought about him non stop all day. Do you know when that happens, has it happened to you? Somebody comes into your life, you don't love them. Thats silly. I don't believe in love a first sight, but lust at first sight, certainly. I thought about the stupidest things when horny over him, what size are his feet, does he get precum, is he circumcised, what his cum like, how far would he shoot, big balls? I would drive myself crazy until I came hot and hard, calming myself for an hour or so.

Days went by, he still occupied my head, especially late at night when I was lay in bed naked. In that bit when you're neither awake or asleep. I'd touch myself and imagine his 6'4 frame behind me, I'd wake in the morning and do the same. Resigning myself to the fact I would unlikely see him again, or have any contact he was a perfect wank bank crush. Nothing more, nothing less.

Until, a week later. I was on my phone and a notification came up, snapchat. I rarely use snapchat anymore. One of those apps that just lives there. I noticed a name on the notification 'Nath Evans'. No? Surely not, he's added me on SNAPCHAT, he doesn't have socials but he has snapchat... surely not... He didn't, unbeknownst to me at the time snapchat has a 'people you may know' section, of which he now appeared. Talk about dangling the carrot! It must he from me saving his number? What do I do with this? Is it weird if I add him? Yes, too weird. I can't. Hours past. I'd love to say days, but no it was hours... I pressed add. I couldn't help it. I was just about to talk myself down, tell myself he won't accept the request, when he did. 'You are now friends with Nath Evans say hello'.

What now? This isn't a gay guy, this is a man. A full grown big man who I can't stop thinking about. Before I could think anymore I got a message - I am going to post the direct messages below... I'm 277 and he is N...

N - whos this 227 - urm hi sorry it's scott N - scott? 227 - oh yeah sorry I just added you i dont even know how this works on here properly hahaha, its scott from #&£&% college N - hi 227 - photo sent (selfie) 227 - sorry just so you knew it was me 227 - Sorry youre probably busy and thinking wtf 227 - x

N - sorry I was at work you good 227 - great thanks man, how are you how was work? N - not too bad, just at the gym 227 - nice can I see? No wife or kids to get home to? N - divorced, no kids 227 - ah cool, sorry about the divorce N - its cool 227 - can I see you then? N - where and when? 227 - I ment a picture... N - oh, im in the gym? 227 - yeah I wana see N - why? 227- dont matter sorry im being silly N - cool

That was the last message I wanted to send i was nervous as hell, and I now look like a freak... I was dying of embarrassment, I know now he is definitely straight but definitely single. Well he said divorced, that means single right? Im spiralling again, stop! What did he mean thought 'where and when' was he willing to meet me? Why?

10:56pm 227 - photo (bedroom) N - photo (looks to be living room TV showing sports) 227 - good night? N - yeah im not working tomofrow. Im having a drink im pretty water to he fair N - wasted i mean 227 - so I can't take advantage? N - what do you mean? 227 - nvm N - NO GOon tell me what you mean? 227 - I can't ask you to do things if youre drunk its not right N - like what? 227 - have you ever been with a guy? N - nooo course not i was married for 8 years 227 - how old are you? N - 29 I married young 227 - so no youve never been with guys because you've been married. Not no youve never been with guys because youre straight? N - Hahaha I am straight 227 - well you know what I say? N - what? 227 - spaghetti is straight until you get it wet... N - Hahaha youre funny 227 - take a picture of you now? N - video (selfie video putting thumb up) 227 - hot N - what? Haha thanks? I guess. 227 - wana see me? N - go for it whatever 227 - photo (selfie. Topless) N - thumbsup emoji 227 - like? N - youre a good looking lad. Im going to sleep. Night

Fair to say, slightly embarrassed again, totally sexually frustrated I pleased myself before falling to sleep.

The next day I tried to send him a Snapchat of me, to keep the conversation going. He was the first thing I thought of when I woke up, hard. He's gone, disappeared from my feed, gone. Why? How? Has he deleted snapchat or blocked me? Deflated I got on with my day...

Weeks passed without anything exciting happening. He still occupied my mind but less and less each day. Until one day, after work on a friday I went to a bar with colleges. 'Hey thats the PC guy that came to talk isn't it?' One of my friends said. My heart missing a beat I turned to see the back on him. Towering over the bar, his wide shoulders unforgettable. It is him, its him out of uniform. I often wondered if I would find him as attractive out of uniform. I did. 'Another round?' I asked the two colleges i was with. Going to the bar and ordering three pints he double looked, he seemed to be alone. 'Hey' he says to me. 'Hey' I say back... I know, I know, hardly sparks flying. But this is uncharted territory. He isn't working, we are both on neutral ground and both drinking. 'What you doing here then?' I ask, 'just been with a friend. She's just left' he looked around nervously. 'A date?' I add 'nooo, ex colleague, she's 58, took early retirement', 'don't fancy an older woman then?', 'no haha'. Feeling confident i say with a wink 'what about an older man? I've got 3 years on you' heat seemed to immediately hit his face. Embarrassed? Angry? I was at this point worried. 'I'd better go see my colleagues' I say, balancing three drinks back to the table.

The rest of the evening went without me seeing him again, until it was home time. I wanted some fresh air so decided to wait for my uber on the street. That's when we spotted each other 'going home already' he said to me. I was slightly drunk but not too bad, he seemed the same, giddy more than slurring words or loosing our blance. 'Yes, going to have a drink at home' I say, 'alone?' He questioned. 'Yeah, wana join?' As I said this my uber arrived. He didn't have much thinking time, i could see the look in his face, should I or shouldn't I? Without saying a word he smiled and got in.

Sitting in the back of the uber with him I was reminded of his shear size. What attracted me to him in the first place was pumping blood into my cock once again. He filled the back seat, almost pushed against me. His jeans looked tight, uncomfortably so. The driver didn't speak. Neither did we, 10 minutes later (what felt much longer), we arrived.

As we entered my home he took off his shoes. It felt strange, all this time I've imagined him here in my fantasy, now he is here I just feel scared. Nervous. Still turned on. He has white socks on his feet are huge, there is something that has always turned me on about guys in white socks. I wouldn't say i have a foot fetish, but with goes socks on he could rub those feet in my face and I'd likely cum hands free. We sat in the lounge and I poured him beer, asking alexa to play some music. Those jeans looked TIGHT, uncomfortable is the only way I can describe how he looked sat there. 'Look you look uncomfortable, I could let you wear some of my joggers but they probably wouldn't fit', he told me its okay and I noticed him unbutton the top of his jeans. I felt myself harden again, he looked, as though he noticed, but surely not? We spoke for an hour, boring chit chat conversation. Then he asks 'do you really think I'm hot'? Forgetting I told him that over Snapchat I felt my cheeks warm. I have learned the best way to deal with guys like this is to give them the head on brutal truth. 'Yes, I think you're so hot, there isn't a thing I wouldn't let you do to me', feeling that drunk confidence kicking in i stared at him. He smirked but said nothing. I needed to be more direct, 'so I know you said you've only been with women, but would you try with a guy? Like how do you know you're straight if you don't experiment'? He laughed and said 'oh have you got some kind of gay test'? I looked at him up and down, obviously so, and said 'more of a bi curious test, you can still like girls its not a one size fits all thing'. He looks at me and smiled. I could have swore those dark blue jeans got tighter, the shadows around the bulge more pronounced, the zip working a little harder to hold it all together. 'You playing'? He looked at me and said 'how will this work'?

I explained in my drunken way that back in the olden days when conversion therapy was common practice. They would put a rubber ring, with sensors around the base of a man penis. They would then make him watch gay porn, if he sensors detected swelling they would give the guy an electric shock. He looked at me 'I'm not into pain hahaha, I don't want to be electrocuted'. 'Noooo' I said 'you've got it wrong. My mouths going to the the sensor. If you swell, you're not 100% straight.

I could see him thinking about it. Thinking back to before, when we was getting the uber, I didn't want him to talk himself out of it. I got to my knees. His legs already spread and began to undo the zip of his jeans, he let me. He out his head back as I pulled them down with difficulty. Finally getting them off I looked at his boxers, grey, tight and full. I slowly peeled them off him. The first thing I remeber is his pubes, he has a lot of hair that somehow suited him. I feel like gay guys trim or shave a lot. He was ungroomed, which I loved. Secondly, as I pulled down his boxers his dick didn't seem to end, it just carried on and on. Eventually seeing the head of his uncircumsied cock I couldn't wait to taste. He was already semi, so the 'rules' to my experiment need not apply. I took him in my mouth, holding his heavy balls in my hand I felt him grow instantly, forcing my mouth to stretch with him. Soft cocks and hard cocks can be different, his grew in length, but nothing could prepare me for the girth. You see monster cocks on porn, not in real life. I had to stop the fatness of his cock forcing my jaw open. I took him out my mouth and gasped. Now finally taking a good look at his cock and balls it was beautiful and intimating all at the same time. It was huge. His head was still back, eyes closed. I went back on his dick, he tasted amazing, precum covered the tip of his cock it was sweet and I lapped it up. Finally he lifted his head to look at me, 'nobody can know'. With my mouth full I just nodded. 'Is there anything you want to try'? He looked at me, I'd already taken my top off whilst sucking him, he stared at my body, took him top off and said 'take everything off'. Boldly I looked at him, stook up, and said 'you'. He unbutton my trousers, slowly, unsure. As they opened my cock fell against my boxers. He pulled them down, seeing my cock for the first time he said 'like a woman', slightly confused (my cock is larger that average) and insulted (wtf) I said 'how'. He looked at it again and held it in his hand for the first time 'you get wetter than a woman'. As he pulled my skin back i flooded with precum. Sticky and wet it dripped over his hands. I watched as some landed on his bear leg and cock. He looked it and look at me 'free lube' I said before grabbing his cock as he grabbed mine. I really wanted to kiss him, but didn't know I'd that would be something that would make him stop, he looked up at me and kissed me, his lips felt perfect. As he stood up, we were both standing, I did have to get on my knees to suck him, his hight took care of that. He used my face, his gigantic hands on the back on my head he pumped into me. I was careful if my teeth, he was so big and girthy I'd never get his cock all the way in. I then panicked. I'm have bottomed before but I'd never take him, it was bordering on abnormal in size and width. As he carried on pumping into my mouth he grabbed my cock, I was solid and I could feel him playing with my precum. Unexpectedly I heard a grown, followed quickly by my mouth being literally filled and I mean FULL, my left hand holding his balls I could feel them empty. He was loud, groaning finishing in my mouth. It wasn't a case of spit or swallow. It was swallow or let it explode out of my mouth. As he filled my mouth I came. He was hardly touching me and I came, a new experience for me. I covered his leg. Worried, as always after a guy cums, that awkwardness crept in. Without a word he found my bathroom and walked out naked and clean. He looks so big I stared to get hard again. 'Nobody can know' he reminded me again. Then he left.

I'd love to say there is a part two, maybe he got me back on snapchat? Rang for a late night booty call? But no none of that. As quickly as he came into my life, as quickly as he came in my mouth... he went, gone like it never happened. I've never been with a gut as big before, in hight, width and everywhere else. I've never bumped into him and the lady from the station is back from maternity leave so its over. I remember this encounter often it was only three months ago and I jerk to it to this day, hopefully you will do. I'm going to add some pictures to the thread, that aren't me or him but are very similar.

I hope you enjoy.