Adam Ross (9:51)
And we go on to have like two hours of the most mind blowing sex. I mean, I had had good sex before that in my life, great sex and like I said, even sometimes kinky sex. But all of a sudden it's like it had gone from black and white to color. And I didn't even know that there was only black and white before. You know, it was just like, what was I missing, right? And the thing that was doing it was not just that he was actually hung and that he was a top or that he had a 15 minute refractory period before he could go again. All true, but it was the way he talked to me. There was just something about his voice that got into my head, that when he started talking dirty to me and had me talking dirty back to him, it felt real. You know, if I ever played around with that in the past, somebody's like, call me daddy or call me boy, I would do it. But I kind of giggle in my head, you know, because you know that it's not real. But with Mike, it was kind of like he owned me, which was a little bit scary. And I Would do whatever he wanted. The crazy thing is, he loved it, too. I think he loved taking kind of this uptight guy and just breaking me down and making me do whatever he wanted. And I was gonna be like his secret little pig boy. He said. Like I said, it was kryptonite. I just had to. So we decide to start, you know, kind of becoming fuck buddies. And about every week we hook up. And this goes on for a couple weeks. And now there's, like, you know, maybe three, four weeks into it. I am laying in his bed on a hot weekday afternoon. We've just had hours of amazing sex. There's a knock at the door. He goes dance to the door. And I hear him talking. And he's talking to a guy. Sounds like it's friendly. Maybe it's the mailman. The door shuts. He comes back to the room. I look up with my bottle of water. It is not him. It is the lapd. And as. Just as I'm about to get out of bed, I hear, stay where you are, boy. This is my friend Andy, and we're gonna have some fun. Now, this is not like Strippergram Cop. This is an actual cop in his LAPD navy blue uniform, you know, and he's got the Tom Selleck mustache, and he looks like Jon Hamm kinda. And he's got, like, the utility belt and the boots and everything and the shiny badge. And, you know, I'm just like, I don't know if I can do this. Because, you know, just a few weeks ago, I was just this good. I was just this good little boy, you know? And all of a sudden, I'm like this little sex pig. Which was fine with me because it was just our little secret. But this was, like, a little too far. And I'm not prude, but this was just a little too far. And all that happens is Officer Andy starts walking up to me and unzips his pants. And as soon as he does, the voice in my head goes from, can I do this? To, wow, how am I going to do this? Because it is big. I mean, football Mike was big. This was at least an inch longer and as thick as the nightstick hanging on his utility belt. But they say, where there's a will, there's a way. And we were finding a way. I don't exactly remember what was happening next. I'm not. I wasn't, you know, drunk or anything. I was stone cold sober. But it was all a blur. All I remember is that, you know, Football Mike had told me to get on all fours. And Officer Andy had walked up behind me and started fucking me. And it wasn't painful, but it was uncomfortable. And what was getting me through it was Football Mike. He was leaning down in my ear and saying, yeah, you're being a good boy for Daddy. And then he'd, like, stand up and start egging on Officer Andy. And then the both of us just start kind of getting into this rhythm. All of a sudden, I kind of just lost track of everything. And then I hear this jingling, and then I hear this slapping. And I'm feeling like this on my back butt, you know, as he's doing his business. And all of a sudden, I remember he had never taken his pants off. Those are his keys on one side and his gun and his holster on the other. And now I'm just lost, right? Like, I am just out of control lost, and I'm loving it. And we've got this rhythm going, and it gets faster and faster and hotter and hotter. And, you know, Big Mike, Football Mike is talking, and we're just both really getting into it. All of a sudden, bam. Our weapons discharge. And I collapse on the bed. Andy starts zipping up his pants. Officer Andy starts zipping up his pants. And Football Mike, he looks over at me, goes, uh, you may want to wipe that off. And he throws him a towel. So I turn around, and to my horror, Officer Andy's fly and zipper are covered in sperm. And I'm just like, oh, my God, he has to go back to work. But Officer Andy, he doesn't miss a beat. He just takes a towel and wipes it off. And he says, oh, the guys are gonna tease me about this so hard back at the station. I'm like, I thought cops were at the donut shop on their breaks. This is what they're doing, you know? So Officer Andy leaves a few minutes later, and Football Mike climbs back in bed with me. And we start just laughing about what happened. And he says, you know, Officer Andy, they've been fucking for years. He stops by on his lunch break, like, once a month or so. And if Mike's home, they do it, and if he's not, they don't. He had no idea that he was coming that day. So, like, the kind of crazy thing is that, you know, that afternoon was as out of control for Football Mike as it was for me. And that's when I realized something. You know, all that time in life, I spent all this energy always trying to stay in control, you know, to have control. But the result of that was not that I had control. The result was that control had me, and it was killing off the fun and possibilities and magic that could happen in life. And, you know, it's been years since then, and I'm still me, so I still slide back into that, you know, but then I just try to remember the kind of things that I learned from Football Mike about letting go and having a good time. And I'm thankful. I can tell you that. I'm thankful, because there will always be a little bit of Football Mike in me, not to mention Officer Andy. That's the sound of the police. That's the sound of the beast. That's the sound of the police. That's the sound of the beast.
