Different Strokes

Author's note: As with all my stories, each and every person in sexual situations, is over 18 years of age. This story is the product of this author's vivid imagination. Any resemblance to anyone you might know, is purely coincidental. Slow buildup, but it does pick up, trust me.

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My name is Andrew Conners. After my 3 year stint in the United States Army, as a Military Policeman, I went to college, on the G I Bill, finishing with a degree in Criminal Justice.

I come from the far Northeast corner of Washington State, in the little town of Newport, Washington, right on the border with Idaho. I got my degree from Eastern Washington University, located in the city of Cheney. A little west of Spokane.

Finding no opportunities in law enforcement, in Eastern Washington, I turned my sights to the western part of the state. I finally landed an interview with the county sheriff's department in the county just north of King County, the areas largest county.

Parts of Snohomish County were just rural enough to suit my upbringing. Now, all I had to do was impress the interview panel.

Wearing the only decent suit I owned, I must have done a great job, because not only was I hired, but after excelling in all aspects of the testing, I was able to skip the 4 month academy training.

I showed my skills in hand to hand combat. And my proficiency with both hand guns, and rifles. Standing 6'3" and weighing a very muscled 215, I was scheduled to start work in just over two weeks.

Having found a small apartment in a fairly nice area, I reported for work, on a Monday morning. Going through the paper work phase, was daunting, to say the least. Helping me complete the huge amount of forms was a very quiet, light skinned African/American girl, names Carla Smith.

She spoke so softly, I had to strain to hear her. Her voice could only be described as dusky, and sexy. After filling out the many pages of what I called nonsense, she stood up, to show me where to get all my I D made. I was a bit shocked to see her almost as tall as I am. Evan without heels, she was at least 6' tall, short, curly hair, and the darkest, sexiest ebony eyes. Not much in the chest area, but I'm a leg man, myself. Seeing her each day, of my training period, we seemed to hit it off. Laughing, joking, and just feeling at ease around each other.

I spent the first 4 weeks, getting trained, and finding out that, to start, I would be patrolling a very remote section of the eastern part of the county, not very close to where I was living. But I also found out that Carla lived in the apartment complex just across from me.

I will interject, here, that growing up, there were no blacks in my little town, and the only ones in my Army unit were men. I really had no interactions with black women. So hitting it off fairly well, was unchartered territory, for me.

One afternoon, as I was getting off shift, as was Carla, I asked if she wanted to grab a bite to eat. "I promise, I don't bite," I added. She agreed, but I noticed a few stares as we walked out of our building.

Taking both of our cars, we went to a nearby burger place, that was highly recommended. Just chatting, while we ate, I realized just how quiet she was, almost to the point of shyness. When I put my hand on hers, she nearly jumped out of the booth.

I quickly apologized, and tried making light of her reaction. "I usually don't date cops," she said, her voice sending chills down my spine. Smiling, I guess it must have been my overwhelming amount of charm that changed her mind.

Upon leaving the restaurant, I walked her to her car, holding her hand. When we got to the parking lot, I leaned in and gave her a soft kiss. As we lingered in our embrace, I reached behind her head, holding our kiss a it longer. As our tongues did battle, my right hand moved downward, softly touching her left breast. Not very large, but her very hard nipple responded, nicely.

Suddenly, she placed both hands on my chest, and whispered, we best leave this until another day, please. I asked if I did anything wrong, and she just shook her head, no, and thanked me for the great time.

The next day, at Roll Call, a few of my fellow cops, were talking quietly, as I walked in, and suddenly quit, after seeing me enter. One of the older deputies, came up to me and softly told me that Carla wasn't what she appeared to be. Just when I was about to ask what he meant, we were given our assignment for the day, and he disappeared out a side door.

By the time I returned after my shift, Carla had already left. As I drove into my parking area, I saw her walking on the street, just in front of my place. Just as I waved, getting out of my car, I saw two rough looking men walking towards her.

Before I could react, they started yelling racial and homophobic slurs at her, and appeared to move at her in a threatening manner. I started yelling at both of them and ran across the parking lot to help her.

As I neared them, and heard what they were calling her, my blood started to boil, and I moved a bit quicker. Getting them both at my arms length, shoving them away, the closest one to me took a swing, which I easily swatted aside, landing a very quick and effective jab, right on the bridge of his nose. He dropped like a rock, spewing blood all over his clothing. His pal took off like he was shot out of a cannon.

I moved to help Carla to her feet, holding her sobbing body in my arms.

"Shush, they are gone," I whispered.

"You heard them, and still came to my rescue," she sobbed, shaking in my arms.

Grinning down at her, and softly kissing her forehead, I told her they were only words. I then invited her to my place for dinner, which she promptly refused, saying since I rescued her, she would make me dinner.

Let me run home and change, and I will be there in 15 minutes. Then, she finally gave me a partial smile, as I wiped away her last tears. As it turned out, I took a little longer and called to let her know.

She told me that when she saw my name on the caller I D, she thought I was canceling. Not a chance, I replied, and headed to her apartment.

I was more than a bit shocked, when she answered the door, wearing just an old, furry bathrobe. "Is everything OK?" I asked. Shaking her head, yes, she asked me inside.

I gave her all the time she needed, to explain whatever was bothering her. Sighing, several times, she finally started by saying, that she was aware that some of the veteran deputies must have told me some things about her, adding the homophobic slurs hurled by those jack asses outside, must give me some clue as to her reluctance to date cops.

I just nodded, and told her I was there to listen. Quietly, she stood up, saying "full disclosure, Andy," she undid the belt on her robe, showing me that the only clothing left were her slippers.

As my eyes started at her beautiful face, lowering to her very pert A cup breasts, to her very taut abs, and to her very soft looking, 5 inch cock. Even though I had this idea in the back of my mind, I was still more than a little shocked.

Seeing my expression, she said, "I fully understand if you want to leave, Andy." Without saying a word, I moved over to her, taking her face in both hands, and softly kissing her lips. We held the kiss for a while, allowing our tongues to joust with one another. I rubbed up and down her arms, feeling her shiver, slightly.

"Would you be more comfortable if I put some clothes on?" she inquired. "Only if you would," was my reply. She dashed into her bedroom, returning with a knee length night shirt with Tweety Bird on the front.

We moved to her couch, sitting, with her head relaxing on my shoulder. I kissed her eyes, and let one hand move down, cupping her soft breast, causing her nipple to harden, immediately. I must have had a curious expression on my face, because she told me they were the result of 10 years of female hormones, not implants.

I lifted Tweety Bird up, exposing her breasts, and leaned in to kiss each one, causing her breathing to get a little shallow. As our kissing and touching got a bit more intense, she moved her hands to my belt buckle, quickly opening it and lowering my zipper. Sliding my pants down, she placed one hand on my cock, through my briefs. Moving that hand inside, rubbing my aching cock, and sliding under my balls.

Standing up, my remaining clothing was soon in a heap on the floor, as was Tweety. Slowly, Carla pushed me back to the arm rest at the end of her couch, and moved down my chest, taking her hand away from my throbbing cock, replacing it with her mouth.

Very slowly, taking the head inside her mouth, and running her tongue all around it. God, that feels good, I mumbled. With her hand gently rubbing my balls, she took the first few inches into her very eager mouth. My hands softly guiding her mouth downward. Taking inches 4, 5,and 6, easily in her mouth, just leaving the last inch outside.

Leaning back, allowing her free access, she took the final inch, inside, and starting bobbing her head, up and down. Oh, my God, this felt so good, along with the soft rubbing of my nuts, I knew I wouldn't last long. Not knowing how she would choose to finish, I told her I was very close. This only seemed to spur her onwards. Sucking at a quicker pace, I started to explode, shooting multiple streams of cum, right down her throat.

I leaned back, trying to catch my breath. Carla moved up, laying her head on my upper chest, gazing into my eyes. I happened to glance down, only to see her own cock at full mast. A good 8 inches, on the slender side.

"Would you be disappointed if I don't touch it, right now?" I asked. "Not in the least," she replied. "I have been with men who saw it at full mast and ran like a thief in the night," she told me. I did tell her it was impressive, but it would take some getting used to, before I would consider my next move.

Resting a few more minutes, Carla quietly said, "I did invite you to dinner, so why don't we eat." "I thought you just did," I said with a grin a mile wide. My smart ass joke earned me a soft punch on my arm. Hugging, again, we got up and moved into her small kitchen.

We both put on the barest minimum of clothing, and started making dinner. Carla, doing the cooking, with me standing behind her, with my hands holding her breasts, and nibbling her neck, and ears. I couldn't believe how hard her nipples were, causing her to turn and ask if she was on the dinner menu. With my growing manhood wedged between her cheeks, and both nipples hard enough to cut glass, she turned off the burner, she had just turned on, and gave me a very soft, deep tongue kiss.

I picked her up off the floor, allowing her to jump into my arms putting both legs around my body, and moving us both to her bedroom. Both things you're looking for, in the night stand drawer, she whispered. Her hand slowly pushed my briefs down, over my very excited sex, and rubbed it back and forth. Tweety Bird came off, yet again, as I reached for a bottle of lube, and a condom.

Coating two fingers with the lube, I gently inserted one into her ass, and moved it in and out, causing several deep breaths. Adding the second finger had her body shaking, and her cock growing. Putting the condom in place, and adding some extra lube, I slowly entered her own treasure spot.

Laying on top of her and slowly picking up steam, I realized Carla both moaned and growled, in her excitement. I could feel her own cock getting harder and harder, rubbing against me, while we continued fucking for the first time. As I was nearing my climax, I felt a warm, sticky mess between us, just as I exploded into the condom, deep in her back side.

"Oh, shit, Andy, I'm sorry for the mess," she uttered. I just put a finger to her lips and shushed her. "I'm just glad you had as good a time as I did," was my reply.

We actually did have dinner, at last, one of my favorite meals. Fried chicken, potatoes with a nice salad. She really cooked a great meal. After dinner, and a shower, together, we sat back on the couch, just talking. I finally found out she was 5 years older than me, just having turned 30. I also found out her father, who is white, disowned her when she started to transition. Her mother who is black is living near Phoenix, and still maintains a good relationship with her.

I told her that my parents would not take this relationship very well, especially my very racist father.

"Are you going to tell them?" she asked.

"I'm planning on calling them, tomorrow, on my day off," I answered.

"Will you stay the night, with me," she said, looking at me with her extremely sexy eyes. I just nodded, and gave her another soft kiss.

By the time we finally went into her bedroom, we were both tired from our work day, and all the sexual hijinks before dinner. We both fell asleep, quickly.

Sometime, during the night, I realized she was spooning me, and getting hard. Her cock was right between my bare ass cheeks, as I must have neglected to put on my undies. I sort of froze. Oh, shit, I thought to myself. What am I going to do?

I felt her hand moving to my balls, softly cupping them, and a very cold, lubed finger entering my virgin ass. I must have jumped, causing Carla to ask if I wanted her to stop. I mumbled a quick no, feeling this is something I would try, at least to see what it would be like. After her finger warmed me up, I heard a condom wrapper being torn open, and her long cock slowly enter my butt.

She was as gentle as gentle could be, as I got onto all fours, as she suggested, and she started picking up her pace. Her now rock hard, 8 inches were slowly penetrating my ass. I couldn't believe how hard my own cock was getting as Carla picked up her pace. With both hands on my hips, her own thrusting pelvis moving in and out quicker, and my own cock bouncing between the bed and my tummy. Just a few more thrusts, and she exploded, filling her condom to near capacity.

Rolling off me, and seeing my manhood at full staff, she discarded her full condom and took my cock in her mouth. Moving down her body, I took her semi hard member in one hand, and cautiously kissed the purple tip. Salty. A little sticky. Not unpleasant. Wow, growing, again.

"You don't have to do that, Andy," she exhaled. I responded by taking as much of her girl cock into my mouth, as possible. One hand softly rubbing her balls, we were sucking each other faster, and faster.

In the back of my mind, I was wondering how I would take her offering, when she came. Fuck it, I thought, I just kept sucking as I would like my own cock to be sucked. Oh, yes, my cock was being sucked. I felt a soft finger enter my no longer virgin behind, so I did the same to her.

Just as Carla put a second finger up my ass, I exploded, shooting stream after stream of hot cum down her throat.

Moment of truth. I felt her sex starting to twitch, and she, too, exploded, shooting far less cum into my more than surprised mouth. Swallowing her load, we just rolled onto our backs, trying to catch our breath.

"God Damn, Carla," is all I could say.

"Andy, that was amazing," she replied.

"Does that make me gay?" I asked.

"Not a chance," was her response.

Looking at the clock, we realized it was still only 5 A M, so we laid in each others arms and fell asleep.

After a hardy breakfast, I asked Carly if she minded if I called my parents from her place, or if she wanted me to call from mine.

"Your choice,"

Taking my phone outside, standing at the railing, overlooking the parking lot, I made "the call"

Me: Hi, mom and dad.

Mom: Everything OK?

Me: Doing well, job is going fine.

Dad: You staying safe.

Me: Yes, pop, safe as I can be. By the way, I have a girl friend.

Mom: How old is she?

Me: 30, but she looks younger. Let me text you her picture.

Long pause.

Dad: Andrew ( I knew he was pissed), is she a black woman?

Me: Her mother is black, her dad is white.

Muffled sounds of my racist father yelling his tired old shit about black inferiority.

Me: If dad keeps carrying on like that, I'm hanging up!

Mom: He went outside to vent.

Me: For God's sake, mom we are 20 years into the 21st century! Tell him the world is changing.

Carly, hearing all this, moved to my side, putting her arms around my shoulders.

Mom: You know your father, Andy.

Me: Unfortunately, I do. I will call you later next week.

Mom: Bye, son. Good luck.

I turned to Carly, moving us both back inside her apartment. We sat down on her couch, holding each other.

"Does this change us?" she inquired. I just shook my head, no, and hugged her, tightly.

"Do you realize. Andy, you didn't tell them about my girl cock?" Smiling, I took her semi rigid member in my hand and slowly started rubbing, back and forth.

"You mean this?" I asked, as it began to stiffen, with me leaning down, licking all around the head of her glorious cock.

"Yes, and I will give you one hour to stop that!" she breathed.

"Only one?" Why so mean, I jested. Our clothes were thrown off, as quickly as possible, and we stretched out on her couch, sucking and rubbing each others balls.

With our weekend coming to an end, I started to wonder what, if any difference it would be at roll call, Monday morning. I certainly wasn't going to start any conversation. Also, I was not going to avoid any direct questions. I had nothing to be ashamed about. If any of the others had a problem, it was their fault, not mine.

Carly and I decided to drive to work separately, as I always had a chance of working late, to finish paper work. After roll call, I heard a few whispers, that I decided to ignore. My Captain called me into his office, before I headed out on my patrol.

"You know, Conners, there isn't any rule prohibiting dating of co workers, as long as it isn't another deputy."

"I'm aware of that, Cap," I answered, smiling.

"Don't let any of those jerks in there, get to you," he continued.

"Thanks, sir."

While I was taking my lunch break, I noticed a missed call from my dad. Calling him back, I told him right as he answered, I wasn't going to put up with any of his racist shit. He told me it would take him a while to come around, but he would try. That's all I could hope for, I told him.

After dating for several weeks, Carly asked me if we wanted to visit a couple, she was friendly with living near downtown Seattle. Without asking, I told her I was fine with that. telling her, if they are your friends, they would be mine, too.

The following weekend we went to visit them in a fairly upscale area of North of downtown Seattle. I still hadn't asked anything about who they were. While driving over, Carly told me they had been a couple for nearly 20 years, and that one of them. she wouldn't tell me which one. had completed sexual reassignment surgery.

I calmly asked if she was considering the same procedure. She told me, even if she could afford it, she didn't think so.

"Do you think having a vagina would make me happier, or you more of a woman?" I asked. Quietly, she told me no, to both questions. She said she just wanted me to meet her friends.

I couldn't believe the side of this very steep hill, they lived on. The top floor of an 8 story condo, looking out over Elliott Bay, the main port of Seattle.

Greeting us at the door, Haley and Janice showed us into their home. I just stared out their front window, of the amazing view in front of me. Now, I had to keep their names correct. Haley, around 40'ish, on the short side, with short, dark blond hair. Janice, a few years younger, long medium brown hair, and closer to 6 feet tall. Both ladies were very cordial to me, saying if Carly approved, so did they.

What I didn't expect was the fact that Haley was a gourmet chef. I don't think I have ever had prime rib that good, in my life.