A Special Friend

This story takes place is part fiction/fantasy and part a recollection of events that happened to me in the late 80's and early 90s, in a small town in Saskatchewan, Canada (a.k.a. The Sticks or The Middle of Nowhere). The places and names have been changed. The attitudes are representative of the prevailing attitudes in that time and place. All sex is between people above the age of 18.

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Life goes on.

After my drunken night with my friend Jake, things went back to normal. I was the King of the Late Shift at the store and I'd party with my friends on weekends that I had off. To most of the world I was the same, typical young man in small town that I'd always been. I was "normal" for the most part. Only a hand full of people knew about my sexual adventures. My friend Derek and I would find a way to get together about once a week or so and blow or fuck each other and I was blowing my boss on a semi-regular basis, as well, but as careful as Derek and I tried to be, to avoid discovery and ostracization in our small town, Skip (my boss) and I had to be much so much more careful, with him being a pillar of the community and married. So while I was satisfied with my life in general, I was also a little jumpy at times, always afraid someone would notice something.

And nothing made me quite as jumpy as when our local RCMP officers would come in. They were generally pretty decent guys, but since I had blown Constable LaValle, I wasn't exactly sure where I stood. I had only seen him a handful of times since that night and there was always someone else present, but as fate would have it, he came in one night, a couple weeks after the incident with Jake.

It was a week night, not long before midnight when the RCMP cruiser pulled up at the pumps outside. I saw Constable LaValle get out and wave at my window as he walked to undo his fuel cap and get the hose in place. I authorized the pumps and quickly ducked by the coolers to check my reflection in case there was something weird with my clothes or hair. I got back behind the counter by the register before he came in the store.

As he walked in the store, my heart was pounding, and I was giddy with anticipation. I had no idea what to expect but I was hoping for at least a replay of what had happened on his last visit. His eyes scanned the entire store as he entered and a small smile appeared as his eyes paused on me for a second, but they kept scanning the store as he sauntered over to the coffee machine.

"Bon soir, Monsieur!" (Good evening, sir) I called out to him, using most of what I remembered from my school French.

He turned to me his eye brows raised in surprise "Ah, bon soir! Tu parle Francais, mon ami?" (Good evening! You speak French, my friend?)

I shook my head in the negative and looked down, hoping he wouldn't be disappointed. For the first time in years I wished I had paid more attention in my classes. Very few people in this part of Canada spoke French, usually people that worked for the government that transferred in... and transferred out within 5 years or so. "Non monsieur. That's about all I remember from school. Sorry."

"Ah, ces't bon. That is OK. You try for me, oui? Not many do. Its nice to hear someone try." I looked up and saw he was giving me a genuine smile. "Its nice to hear, even just a few words with your accent." I grinned back at him, recognizing he was poking fun at me.

"The coffee is fresh, yes?" he asked to which I had to shrug in response.

"Its hot, but I don't remember when Theresa made it, and she was off at 10:00". Theresa was one of the high school kids who worked part time at the store. Skip was adamant that they don't work past 10:00 on weekdays, no matter how badly they wanted the hours. "If nothing else its nice and hot on a cold night." I felt a little brave so I used the double entendre he had used on me, on his last visit. "It shouldn't be bad with a little cream in it. Especially your cream."

"Ah! You enjoyed my cream, last time, did you?" He walked over to the counter where I was. "Would you like some more, eh?" His smile and approach said that he already knew the answer but he was enjoying the game.

"Oui. monsieur. I would like some, very much... that is, if you don't mind..."

"Ah, I do not mind at all, mon petit ami." He reached toward me but I was mindful of the security camera recording us. I knew Skip wouldn't mind a show: he'd probably get off on it and ask me to blow him while he watched but I was worried that Skip's wife, Cathy might review the footage instead of him.

"There is a camera here, that records and overwrites every 3 days." I told him a little white lie, not wanting him to know that Skip knew our secret. "We got lucky, last time, but why takes chances? Give me a second and lets go in the back." I went around the counter and quickly locked the deadbolt in the front door.

"Tabernac! We did get lucky! If someone saw me... with you like dat..." He shook his head. "It would not be good, eh? I would be in the shit with my bosses, and you, you would be in trouble too, eh?"

I agreed. " Yes, it would be bad for both of us. Luckily there is just the one camera in here, if we go in the back, we'll be safe." I led him to the back of the store. Out of sight of the windows, I dropped to my knees in front of the tall policeman and asked, "S'il vous plait Monsieur?" (please, sir)

He relaxed a bit and smiled, then gestured for me to go ahead. He took off his duty belt, and I undid his uniform trousers and slid them down his long, muscular legs to his ankles. His briefs followed suit and his magnificent cock was staring me in the face once again. I leaned forward and kissed the head of it, then ran my tongue along the underside of his shaft. I nuzzled his sack and kissed his orbs, taking them each in my mouth before returning to his erect cock.

I took him in my mouth and started sucking like my life depended on it. After a few trips up and down him, I opened wider and tried to deep throat his length. It didn't take long for his excitement to build and his hands grabbed my head and pulled me onto his shaft as he fucked my face. Both of my hands were grabbing his ass and with the fingertips of my right hand I started tickling his anus.

His thrusts grew more urgent and I could tell he was getting close to the end, so I pulled my head back as much as I could and slipped the tip of my index finger into his ass. He gave a loud grunt and pulled me back onto his rod as he started to cum. As his body shook and weakened a bit I drew back so just the head and a little bit of the shaft were in my mouth, so I wouldn't choke on his cum but also I could savor it a bit before I swallowed it.

He shot about half a dozen bursts of seed into my hungry mouth before he gradually slowed and stopped. I sucked every bit I could off his softening manhood before I let it escape me. I licked my lips, making sure none of his tasty cream escaped and pulled his briefs and trousers up for him.

I slowly stood up and he finished fastening his pants and replaced his belt. We then walked back out front where he retrieved his coffee and signed for the cruiser's gas. We didn't say much but he thanked me and told me he enjoyed his stop. I told him I enjoyed serving him and we both laughed softly at that. I told him I wouldn't mind if he dropped in more often and that I worked most nights. He told me he would keep that in mind and went out into the night. As last time, I went to the bathroom and jerked myself to a quick orgasm before I cleaned myself up. I then went through the nightly ritual to clean the store and get it ready to close up. I was home before I:30 and had a quick shower before falling into a contented sleep.

I woke about 9:00 the next morning and started doing some clean up work around my apartment, and was thinking of doing a load of laundry, when the phone rang. It was Cathy, and she asked if I could drop by her house, because she had some things she wanted to discuss with me. I told her that I would be over before long, so I had a quick shower, put on some clean clothes and headed over to Cathy and Skip's house.

Saying Skip was my boss was true but Cathy was also important in the whole operation of the store, as while Skip managed the business, it was Cathy's family money that had paid for the land, the building and everything else to get the store up and running. She was usually fairly "hands off" with most of the staff but we all knew who she was and a few of us also knew who really controlled the purse-strings.

When I arrived at their house, Cathy greeted me at the door and invited me in with a gracious smile. She was dressed conservatively but casual, in a dark blouse and tan pants. Her shoulder length blonde hair was combed back, as it usually was. She was about 5'2" with a nice hourglass shape, with nicely rounded hips and a modest but shapely bosom. She was an attractive lady, but usually she didn't go to any lengths to make herself stand out; she didn't use much makeup or jewelry, and she didn't go for clothes that accentuated her; she just relied on what Mother Nature had gifted her with.

She invited me into the living room of their nice but not ostentatious house and offered me something to drink. We each had a cup of hot tea in hand, to chase away the cold from the later winter morning, when she started, asking how things were going at the store and such. We chatted a bit and as we got to the bottom of our tea cups, she asked me to follow her into the bedroom she had converted into a home office. She sat in front of the computer screen and typed a minute, then said, "I'd like you to have a look at something for me."

I'd begun to have a mixed sense of dread and deja-vous as she sat down and then turned the monitor to me. Sure enough, there I was on the screen, with Officer LaValle's cock in my mouth from the previous night. I was surprised and a bit flabbergasted: there WERE no cameras back there! That's why we had gone back there in the first place!

"I...uh... I didn't know there was a camera back there!" Was all I could think to say.

She looked at me and gave me a tight smile, and replied, "Well, at least you're not denying it was you. That's refreshing!" She turned back to the screen and was silent while we watched the events of the previous night unfold. After Officer LaValle and I finished, she stopped the playback.

"At various times in our marriage, Skip has been unfaithful to me. After the last time, I told him I wouldn't tolerate it anymore, but more recently I've suspected that he may be ignoring my wishes. I had a camera installed there and a few other places, in case I can catch him at it. I was not expecting to catch you and one of our local police detachment."

I must have looked terrified or something because her expression and voice grew more reassuring.

"I'm not angry with you. I know that young men have needs and you seem to be helping that young officer tend to his, albeit in an unconventional manner. I just wanted to be sure my bastard husband isn't preying on Theresa or some other high school girl back there. If I catch him, he'll be out of my life and penniless." At this point I didn't want to let her know that I may have been the subject of her husband's wandering affections. He hadn't fucked me but I had blown him on a semi-regular basis at this point.

"I haven't seen or noticed anything like that around the store..." My mind was racing. Skip hadn't been that ardent towards me lately either and I wondered if he had been chasing around after someone else.

Cathy didn't seem to find anything amiss in my responses. "Well if you do notice anything, please let me know."

"Of course, Cathy."

"I'd be grateful if you did. I'd also be grateful if you could find a different location for your rendezvous' with your policeman. I understand that that type of... activity...isn't generally deemed... acceptable by many around here but you should be able to find someplace else." She paused for a second. "Do you actually LIKE it when a man uses you that way? I always thought it was degrading, so I didn't care for it when Skip or other men asked me to do it."

I was a little surprised by her question but in the scheme of the conversation we'd just been having, I was so far away from my comfort zone that I just decided to truthful about this.

"I wasn't sure the first time, but the... friend I did it with enjoyed it so much and I enjoyed it when he did it for me, that it didn't bother me...except for that most people around here would look down at me if they ever knew about it. And as I've done it more, I like the feeling it gives me to please someone else."

My candor in my response seemed to open a floodgate and thee questions started to pour out of her.

"You say 'please someone else'; have you ever done that to a woman? Are you a virgin? What about the taste? The first time I tried it, and the man came in my mouth, I thought it was horrible, almost like gargling salt water." She laughed a little uncomfortably. "I can't believe I am talking to you about this. You don't have to answer if you don't want to." She looked at me with a curious expression on her face, almost shy and while she he given me an out, I felt there was a genuine curiosity there, so I decided to share my experiences.

"No, its alright, I don't mind talking about it. To be honest there's not many people I can talk to about it, so its kind of refreshing to be able to speak freely. But back to your questions.

"No I am not a virgin. I like women, I guess you could say I swing both ways, but in a town like this, available women aren't all that easy to find. So you take what you can get."

"That I can understand. Now that I think about it, you are right, there really aren't a lot of single young women around, so those that are can be as fussy as they like."

I snorted softly and nodded in agreement. "That's the truth. As to your other questions, no I haven't had oral sex with a woman. Its not that I wouldn't if the opportunity arose, but the opportunity hasn't arrived yet. I hope to at some point. I mean I don't think of myself as gay: I'm attracted to both men and women and sex is about giving pleasure to your partner so...

"And as for the taste of cum, well, I find it varies from guy to guy. I've only been a couple different guys and while they are all salty, their individual flavors are quite different. I mean Constable LaValle tastes quite a bit better than... the guy I first tried it with, and I've been with another guy who tastes better than him. But honestly its more about the feeling of control I have when someone is in my mouth: I am the center of his focus and I have control of how his orgasm is."

As I fell silent, Cathy looked at me appraisingly. She was quiet for a moment and then said, "Hmm. Interesting. I'd never really thought about it like that before. I'd always felt that kneeling in front of a man and taking him in mouth was submissive, and it is, but its interesting to hear your perspective that it also gives you control as well." She shifted and cleared her throat, then stood up.

"This was an interesting little chat we had. I'd like to do it again sometime, when we have more time, but I have some other things I need to see to and I have no doubt you do as well. Please remember what I said earlier: If Skip is tomcatting on those young girls who work at the store I want to know about it. And please find some place else for your... pleasures."

I nodded and she showed me to the door. I down the sidewalk and into my car, then I drove back to my apartment, with my heart hammering, knowing I had dodged another bullet but that I had to be more careful, especially with the good constable.