Although I'm way back in the closet, I like hairy, masculine men.
And my brother-in-law is fits my type to a "T": tall, early 30's, good looking, olive complexion, clean-shaven but with a dark heavy beard, black short hair with a slightly receding hairline, sexy brown twinkling eyes, an infectious laugh and a furry chest that makes my dick woody just thinking about it! As a bonus, he's a cop in uniform. And I love a man in a uniform.
He's also a man's man, a cop's cop and a bear's bear. His chest has thick, dark furry hair on that goes over his shoulders and down his back. Ever since I met him, I've fantasized about running my tongue down his back and licking his ass. Then rolling him over and running my hands through the rug on his chest, sucking his dick and then fucking the daylights out of him.
But he and I are both married and he's a real conservative, southerner type. I always assumed he was straight as an arrow, too, and that my fantasies were one-sided. Then one day he asked me help him fix a problem with his home PC and I got curious.
I know all red-blooded men surf porn. I knew that he and his wife worked staggered shifts, so what did this guy surf while the "cat was away"? Perhaps maybe his still waters ran deeper? When he went out of the room to get ready for his duty shift and I took the opportunity to check his browser history files -- deleted. No recent documents. No cookies. No temp files. No history in his Windows Media Player. Nothing. Suspiciously nothing, in fact. Now I was determined. Such a thorough cleanup only meant he was hiding a juicy secret or two.
I could hear him in the room down the hall rustling around getting in his uniform on. I only had a couple of minutes.
I undeleted some files from his hard drive using a utility program. Mostly boring stuff at first. News: shopping, humor, cop sites, military history sites... Then, paydirt: Porn galore! softcore redheads, older babes, big tits, Indian babes.... The voyeurism made my heart pound faster. Damn, it looked like he was straight after all.
There we still a few more files to check but unfortunately time was running out. I could hear him putting his gun on and checking the magazine clip for bullets. I undeleted a few more files and found some kinkier stuff. Cumshots. Double penetration. Bestiality. She-males. Mother/son incest stories. I had to keep going. Then, there it was -- gay erotica: double paydirt! Pix of Big Dicks. Twinks. Men fucking men. Men cocksucking. Gay male stories. My heart started to pound hard and blood ran to my cheeks -- and to my dick.
I could hear him coming down the hall. I started quickly closing windows on his PC but it was too late. He caught me in the act and, holy shit, was he mad.
"What the fuck do you think you're doin'?!"
