By Felon

I had always had a thing for Cops and Firemen. This story goes back to the early ’90s. There is a cruise area in a large park near where I live. At certain times of the day you can find men with a need to unload — usually mornings and early evenings. I had made a habit of cruising this area on the way to work in the morning. A regular visitor to the park in a classic Olds Rivera would frequently be at the park in the am.

I had no idea who drove the car. One day while walking down a path I spotted a burly but not muscular man in jeans and a blue work shirt. He was leaving when I was arriving. It turns out he was the classic car driver. I began to see him on a regular basis warming through the woods, he always seemed to keep to himself. This went on for weeks. One night on the way home I spotted the car parked in a lot at the fire station. I kept an eye on that station and one warm night he was sitting on the front bumper of the engine with the garage doors open. Now he really had my attention. I know he spotted me staring at him.

The next day I was out cruising on the way to work — his car was parked in its usual place, but I did not spot him in the woods. It was getting late so I had to take off for work. Under the wiper blades on my car was a card “Dan” and a phone number, I flipped the card over it was a business card for the local fire company. Under his phone number he wrote “call me! — afternoons are good.”

Of course I called him that afternoon, he asked if I drove a creme camaro (which I did at the time). He suggested we meet for pizza at a local place that was a hangout for cops and firemen. That night I strutted in and he was at a table in the back. He waved me back and had already ordered me a beer. I sat down and he quickly controlled the situation. He explained his interests, and what he was seeking, essentially a sub guy that would surrender to all of his kink. Not a lover, just a guy he could use any way he wanted. I wanted to know how he knew I was a sub but could not spit it out at the time. He had a small binder with him, and he shoved it across the table and told me the contents of the binder included all of his wicked interests. If I was interested fine, he was willing to proceed. I quickly nodded yes. I was speechless. Little did I know. The phrase “Be careful what you wish for” comes to mind.

He indicated he had to be careful about his interests and expected me to be discreet as well. I indicated I appreciated discretion also. So he wanted me to think about the discussion and meet at the park on Friday give him my answer. If I didn’t show up he would ignore me in the future.

Friday AM, I arrived first and went into the woods. While walking I heard a car door slam….

Five minutes later. I spotted him on the path. He stopped and said he was glad I had the balls to show up. He handed me a piece of paper and told me to check out the address, get familiar with parking etc. We would be meeting there Sunday about 8 PM. Wear old disposable clothes, I would be supplied with what was needed to return home in. He knew my address, which surprised me and told me he had an eye on my place as well. If all went well at the meeting on Sunday, he had a small group of men I would be introduced to. I went home somewhat shaken. After midnight I was still up half asleep, when the roar of a truck went by and of course it was a fire truck, the truck slowed down., and the siren blared just for a short blast and the truck drove off. How does one spell intimidation?