I was staying at a hostel in a third world country...
One of the guys staying in my room was a cop from a first-world country. Not just a cop, but a sheriff with 20 years of experience. I did not know this right away, but the first night I showed up I met him, had a generic *travelers meeting* conversation with him, drank a ton of Johnny Walker with him and then went to the rooftop for ciggerettes with him. But I soon learned that he had a joint as well to smoke. Sure, what the hay....we blazed it up. It was during the stoned chit-chat that he revealed to me that he was in this particular country to meet another man from the internet for the gay sex....oh ya, and that he was also a cop.
He hated his job, hated having to hide his sexuality from all of his coworkers, hated how he was such a fuck-up, yet his job was to put fuck-ups behind bars. On that rooftop, I let that man cry on my shoulder. On that rooftop, I accepted a kiss on the cheek, but rejected one aimed at my lips. Man oh man, Johnny Walker and Mary Jane had a fierce threesome with that man...and I don't think he was too glad the next day that I was around to watch (I got a note the next morning on my luggage simply asking me to 'forget everything')
He told me about his first gay experience, which was getting sucked off by a DJ that he was about to bust for pill posession (of course in exchange for it never to have happened...) He told me that he drank consistently while on the job, had a bad pot habit, often travelled overseas to meet men from the internet for sex, etc. He told me that he's accepted bribes from attorneys and businessmen, and that he has traded sex for legal freedom with many parties during his 20 years.
So ya, I've met one. And yes, I looked the guy up (he gave me his full name stupidly when he showed me his id asking if he looked 'significantly younger' in the photo)...and he is a bona fide sherriff from where he said..