This takes place after the events of A Special Friend Part 2. Again the attitudes of those of the time and place: a small town in northern Saskatchewan, Canada, in the late 1980s/early 1990s. All sex that takes place is between people 18 years of age or older. At least some of this is fictional and any names have been changed to protect the guilty. Please rate and leave your comments!
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After the incident at the campground parking lot, my friend Derek and I kept apart from each other for a bit, to kill the possibility of any rumours starting. True, no one except the cop who ran into us could have seen anything: we had only made one stop after that, at a convenience store where he went in alone to get a couple soft drinks (and he grabbed some napkins, so I could try to clean up a bit more), while I stayed in his car. I also didn't run into anyone, when he dropped me off at my apartment building, a few minutes later, so no one had an opportunity to see if I missed any of his cum, in my hurried attempt to clean my face, when the police had crashed our little party.
I got to my apartment, quickly went inside and swallowed the rest of the soft drink Derek had bought me. I went to the bathroom of my small apartment, and looked in the mirror. I did look like I had something on me, but the only indicator of what it was, was a small white glob on the collar of my shirt, that wouldn't have been visible outside my jacket.
I got undressed and stepped into the shower, luxuriating in the warmth while the events of the evening replayed themselves in my head. After I washed the remnants of Derek's load of my head and face, I found myself fully erect in the shower. I used some soap to make my thighs and cock slippery, then played with myself, trying to build some delicious friction on my cock. I was really regretting the fact that I'd told Derek to go home, and that I'd see him "later". I reached down and played with the entrance of my ass, wondering what it would feel like to have a cock there.
I eased one of my soapy fingers in and stroked my rod with the other hand. My finger didn't penetrate very far, between my hesitation to cross that line, and just the awkwardness of the position. I worked my finger in and out and few times and soon I was spraying my cum against the shower wall. Between the earlier excitement and the new, naughty stimulation of putting a finger in my own ass, my orgasm was powerful and after it was done, I turned off the water and stumbled to my bed, where I collapsed until the next morning.
The next couple days were pretty quiet. I kept to myself for the most part, only going out to go to work or do errands like buy groceries, or do laundry in my building's laundry room. When I was home, I would watch tv, read a book or listen to music, generally happy, keeping a low profile.
About a week later, something happened that rocked my world to the core. I was alone, working the late shift at the gas station and small store that I worked at, when a police car pulled up to the pumps. When the driver got out, I saw it was the same youngish officer who had found Derek and I. A chill ran down my spine as I watched him get out and fill his car's tank. It was close to midnight and no one else was around. I had cleaned most of the store and just had a few more things to do before our closing at 1:00 am.
After he finished filling his car, the officer walked around it and then came into the store.
