***Can't answer pages! Please email me! My whole life has been wrapped up in women. Still have plenty of them around, but am tired of the same old high maintenance BS. A friend and I finally got our rocks off together and the world turned upside down for both of us. Never knew that getting it on with another guy could be so relaxed and low maintenance. I still like pussy, but man, that hot cock is just icing on the cake for me. I am totally high on life. I've had a couple of close calls and it has given me a new appreciation for every day left to me. It isn't that I want it all, it's that I want each day to end with my knowledge that I lived it to the fullest. I like friends who know the real me and who enjoy going places and just hanging out. I like a buddy who likes to settle in on the couch and watch a great movie and then talk about it! I like the kind of guy who is comfortable in his skin and who appreciates any kind of music and literature and can talk about that, too. I like a guy for the quiet times, just sitting around with an arm around you, and a guy for the all-out, ball-busting goodtimes. And I like a guy who can be a tiger in bed and love the sex so damn much that he is laughing and crying because it can be so damn much fun and so intense at the same time. I don't want a guy who wants to own me or can't feel free to be his own man.

My Ideal Person I'm looking for passion and fun and spontaneity and a fantastic lover and a friend in and out of the sack.

What are your favorite musicians or bands?:
Bring it!

Tell one of your favorite sexual fantasies. Don't hold back!:
I'm driving down a country road and a hot cop pulls me
over. I watch in the rear-view mirror as he slowly gets out
of the cruiser, first the left leather boot and then the
right one. As he stands up, he stretches and looks around
and then ambles slowly to the side of the car. He gives a leisurely
scratch to his balls and I feel my throat go dry. I drive a
convertible, so when he leans over the door, he notices
my dick starting to ease out of my cut-offs. He leans farther
over and I notice the thick, dark mat of hair on his chest
that seems to push its way up through his collar. Looking
closer, I see the faint outlline of a nipple ring through
the thin fabric of his shirt. He leans farther in, turning
the ignition off and pushing his sunglasses up on his tanned
forehead. As he turns his face toward mine, I am struck dumb
by the deep blue eyes that bore into mine as he moves his incredible
face closer. Softly, at first, he places his full, dark
lips on mine and slowly eases his incredibly long tongue
between my teeth and into my mouth as he slides his leather-gloved
hand gently down my belly and onto my oozing dick. Slowly
he withdraws his tongue and moves his hand back up to the
ignition, removing the keys while holding my eyes in his
gaze. "Sir", he says softly, I'm going
to have to ask you to come with me." "But...", I begin to protest as he opens my door and puts a firm hand around my upper arm. "Sir,
just get into the cruiser, please." He leads me back
to the patrol car and opens the rear door for me to get in,
gently pushing my head down to clear the upper rim. Quietly
I sit down as he closes the door, gets in and begins to drive
away. <br><br>
After driving about 10 minutes down the road, he turns off
on to an obviously seldom used road through the dense underbrush
and trees, pulling to a stop beside a stream that parallels
the dirt road. He turns off the engine and makes a call over
his radio. I can't hear a word that he says, but I figure
I am in some pretty deep shit. Next he slowly gets out of the
car and steps to the rear door. He opens it and leans over,
and simply stares at me for what seems to be an eternity.
He removes his hat and says in a voice as smooth as velvet,
"Sir, the reason I brought you here is that we have
had a report that a man who fits your description is running
drugs into this county." "Officer", I
begin to stammer, "I swear that I never..."
He holds up a leather gloved hand to stop me in mid-sentence.
"Please, sir, just step out of the car. I am going to
have to search you, and we don't need to make this any
harder than it needs to be." He reaches in and helps
me out of the car. <br><br>
When we are standing beside the car, he moves behind me and
asks me to remove my shirt. I am trembling. As I fumble with
the buttons, he reaches down and takes the sides of my shirt
in his hands and lifts it slowly up my chest and over my head.
<br><br>
God, I can smell him! His musky scent insinuates itself
in my nostrils and I feel my knees begin to buckle. It washes
over me like a steamy fog and I feel myself begin to drown in his heat. What's
happening to me? Suddenly the spell is broken as I feel the
touch of cold steel around my wrists as my arms are drawn behind me. "Just
a precaution, sir" he breathes into my ear. I feel
his hands reach around and unfasten the snap that holds
my shorts against me, and then I feel the zipper being slowly
pulled down and the fresh, crisp air slowly caresses my
balls as they, too, drop down. Behind me I hear the soft rustle
of fabric the snap of metal and the sound of leather being
pulled from the loops that acnhor it around his waist. In
the windshield of the car I see him removing his clothing,
too. He returns to me and whispers, "This may be a little
uncomfortable, sir, but I need to do a full body cavity search."
He kneels down and I hear the sound of spit, as he lubes the
head of his patrol stick. I feel his hands kneading my pliant
and willing ass and the gentle push of the stick against
my eager asshole. <br><br>
Suddenly I hear the sound of gravel crunching under tires
and turn my head to see a second cruiser pull up and a tall, golden
god of a officer step out. As he strides toward us, stripping off his gloves and shirt, I hear him say, "Need
any help, Tom?" "Check out the front, Bob",
he says as he pulls my handcuffed body away from the fender.
I feel the stick slide out and that amazing tongue begin
to slide up my stretched asshloe. Oh, God, I am going to pass
out. Bob strips in an instant and moves in on my rock-hard
dick, swallowing it all to my pubes and begins to give me
the blow job of a lifetime. Suddenly, I can't stand any longer and as I feel my legs
go, I am caught in the grasp of these two men and carried to
the edge of the stream and into a world of bliss and joy that
I have never known and pray will never end.

What types of sexual activities turn you on?:
Giving Oral Sex, Receiving Oral Sex, Anal Sex, Toys (Vibrators/Dildos/etc.), Rimming, Mutual Masturbation, Massage

Ever fantasized about having sex with a celebrity? Who? What turns you on about them?:
Been around them and they just aren't all that in person,

Have you ever had cybersex?:
I've done it so many times that I've forgotten how to type with two hands.

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