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On my way home tonight…

Sep 1st

Tonight, on the way home from work I called in at a Hotel in Manchester to meet a guy from Manhunt I have been chatting to. He is from Portland, OR and married. He said he had never been “fully naked” in-front of a guy before.

I donned my police cap and knocked on his hotel room door.

“Mr. Clark, I’m from the Border Police, I have reason to believe you have brought drugs into the country, this is a serious crime, what do you have to say to this?”

“Who told you that, I don’t know what you mean, I have no drugs”.

“I’m going to have to search you Mr. Clark, you can co-operate now or come down to the station. Take off your shirt and T-shirt”.

“Do we have to do this?”

“Yes Mr. Clark, this is a serious offence”

He took off his shirt and T-shirt and I then handcuffed his wrists behind his back. I pretended to search his clothes. I then took off his shoes and socks and searched those, then his pants. He was hard in his boxers.

“You seem to be enjoying this Mr Clark”.

“Please, do we have to do this?”

I took off his boxers and searched them, his cock was very hard.

I took some lube and rubber gloves out of my bag.

“What’s that for?”

“I need to do a cavity search Mr. Clark, people hide drugs up there”.

I checked inside his mouth, under his balls then told him to kneel down and pushed him onto the bed. Inserted a lubed finger up his arse and felt around. He made noises like it hurt.

“Do you want to go to prison Mr. Clark, you could get five years for posession? Are you going to co-operate with me? Have you ever sucked a cock Mr. Clark?

“What! I don’t have any drugs. No I’ve never sucked cock.”

“Well I could plant some Mr. Clark, and then you’d go to Prison and get fucked every day for five years, do you want that? Does your wife suck your cock?”

“Well yes she does, why?”

“Then you know how it works. Get on your knees”

He sucked me, naked and still handcuffed, I moved him near the mirror so he could see it. He kept saying how embarrassed he was. Cock was hard all the time. I noticed an iPhone.

“Is your wife’s number in your phone? Shall we send her some photos?”

“No please don’t do that.”, sounding worried.

“and your colleagues, I bet you have their number too.”

“please no”

“Keep sucking then”

“You like that don’t you, you faggot. Now Mr. Clark. I need a cum sample.”

“Why”

“So we can tell if you have been taking drugs over the last week.”

“What, in-front of you?”

“Yes Mr. Clarke”

“Oh Geez”

I got a glass from the bathroom and stood with my arm round his neck in-front of a full length mirror by the bathroom door.

“Make sure you cum in the glass”

Few minutes later he shot his load, some went in the glass, most of it went all over the mirror, there was quite a lot of it.

“Now taste it Mr. Clark”

I put the glass to his mouth and he licked the cum.

I sat him on the bed.

“OK John, I’m done, are you ok?” and gave him a hug.

“Yes I think so, Geez, I’ve never done anything like this before, I was so nervous”

“How do you feel? a lot of guys feel guilty afterwards.”

“No I’m OK with that, Geez, I don’t know what I think, I’ll talk to you later. You are very professional, do you do this a lot?”

“I don’t normally go to hotels no. Please check before I go that I haven’t nicked any of your stuff, I don’t want to be accused of that later.”

“Is nicked like stolen? Why would I accuse you of that, no everything is here.”

I had a quick chat about visiting Manchester, and where Chinatown was, and the gay area. He said he was meeting his colleagues for a drink later. I left.

Names and his hometown have been changed, rest is true, He asked me not to take any photos, so there aren’t any,