"Cop Tales"
Chapter 10
This is what I craved and risked my career for. It was a need I just couldn't control at times. As I was being pounded into the mattress by my latest questionable fuck, I realized I was repeating this same old destructive pattern. Carelessly willing to destroy my much-loved role as a Police officer for a stiff dick and a strange dude's load, I risked it all for a few minutes of absolute mind-blowing pleasure. The danger of it all factored in some I'm sure, but when it came down to brass tacks, it was the fucking that made it all worth wild.
On my back with my legs spread wide, I held on tightly to the stud that was using me once again as his willing pussy. He grunted and snorted with his head above mine as he thrust his hips repeatedly against my willingly presented ass. An occasion sloppy/squishy sound escaped my ravaged asshole and embarrassingly echoed thru the mostly quiet bedroom. It was only up staged by the bed that occasionally squeaked from his thrusting as my legs swayed about in unison.
I had fantasized about this moment all night long. A voluntary request for overtime duty was eagerly excepted by me. Who couldn't use some extra money and the night shift was usually an easy tour of duty. But the sleepiness that set in quickly around 4 AM, triggered a deep hunger for sex as I traced my cock head thru my pants to help keep me awake. Now sporting a half hard cock as I drove the roads in the darkness, my asshole joined in and began to beg to be violated.
Thank goodness it was a quiet night as my mind was now only focused on getting laid. Police work was a distant second to satisfying my needs. Egged on by the fact I hadn't jerked off a load in days, the vibrations of the road giggling my balls made things even worse. Deep sighs of frustration followed when a hopeful opportunity presented itself on a traffic stop, but didn't work out. All of which resulted in me leaking so much precum, the spot in my underwear where my cock head laid was damp and tacky.
My brain really craved sleep after nearly sixteen hours of being in this uniform, but my dick head had other things on its mind. I had already tried contacting my most reliable piece of readily available dick on demand. A man I could trust to keep a secret and rely on in a pinch. He was our departments contracted tow truck driver who was usually up for a quick roadside fuck. Either in his truck's cab or behind the lift dolly on the non-traffic side of his flatbed. A quick and easy cock up my ass followed by a load of cum I knew I could trust; was a God send at times. But tonight, he was too tired, sleepy and had already fucked his wife, so I was left hanging. My only other option left was a guy who I let fuck me a few weeks ago. It was out of desperation that I even considered him again. Coming on to strongly in bed and trying to control the situation led to him literally raping me and dumping his nuts in me without consent. Granted I'm usually an easy-going guy, but I wanted to wait and see how we connected after a few fucks before going all the way. Now, knowing from previous experience, he'd expect it again if I gave in and called him.
With great hesitation, I dialed his number three times before I didn't hang up and let the call go thru. Giving him a call just before the end of shift from my patrol car, he was totally surprised that I wanted another hookup. Apparently still asleep when I called, he answered in a groveled voice. "Hell, yeah officer, drop on over, I'd be happy to oblige your need for more of me," he eagerly chimed in with an upturned tone in his voice. After a loud yawn ringed into my ear he added, "Glad to hear you've come to your senses."
Now, as a drop or two of sweat dripped off his face and landed on mine, I stared up at the intense look he had. I had totally sworn him off after our last encounter, but a hard dick and an itchy asshole has no conviction. When the well is dry, you go with what you have to work with. Now with bed head and morning breath breathing down on me, it was at another low point in my professional career.
Running my hands up and down his muscular back sent shivers up my spine and calmed my uneasiness. An uncontrollable grunt escaped me as he bottomed out at times forcing my eyebrows to scrunch. He smiled each time loving the fact that he was balls deep in me and making me grunt. My cock, stiff as a fucking nail, rubbed up against his hairy lower belly and was closing in on dumping my own balls contents.
"I'm almost there bro," he eked out after about five minutes of plunging into my asshole. We had started out with him on my back fucking me doggy style. Now we were in the missionary position as his thrusts speeded up and his breathing increased. "I wanta fuck you like a bitch," was his words of command before I turned over on my back."
Now grunting like a fucking bear, he paused just long enough to ask, "You're ok with taking my nut again aren't you law man?" Staring down at me with a demanding look on his face, he already expected my answer to be yes.
"Here we go," I said to myself as his words echoed in my brain. They always expect to do it again once it's happened once. Now I was supposed to just give in without auguring because that's what he expected.
"I know we talked about me pulling out and shooting on your belly," broke my train of thought. "But this shit is just to dam good this early in the morning for me to pull out. Skin on skin is so fucking sweet. You can't deny me this, and you know you want it to. After this time, maybe you'll be more willing to just give in and let me have it this way all the time with you. I mean, I figure we're going down this path to where you'll be coming to me a lot more now that you're over your hissy fit? So, am I right?"
As I looked up at him, I was enamored by the ruggedness of his face and tattoos that ran up his neck. The bulging veins that showed on his tanned neck and the razor stubble all factored in. My hunger for a rugged blue-collar male kicked in subconsciously as my asshole gripped his shaft tighter and my legs wrapped tightly around his lower back. I assumed the willing position to be bred by him. Always a sucker for the ruff trade, this guy was no exception. Triggered by any male that fit his mold, it all reflected back I'm sure to the construction guy who fucked me my first time as an early teen.
I was introduced to this latest conquest of mine on a traffic stop for speeding. He quickly offered up he had an outstanding warrant and I respected this honesty. Come to find out, it wasn't just a simple warrant, no, but one for Grand larceny and aiding and abetting. He confessed to missing his court date and was most likely being sought. I couldn't believe his stupidly for speeding when he knew he was most likely a wanted man. After running his ID and confirming his statis, my brain instantly drifted to the possibility of working out something in trade with him. Alone with no back up showing up on a busy night, I calculated the risk factors. If I made my signature move on a guy like him, he had just as much to lose as I did. I mean who's going to believe a crook like him over a law man's word? But, letting him go with conditions of us hooking up was a dangerous move on my part and a punishable/possible career ending offence for me.
Getting out of my patrol car, my mind raced as my horndog addiction kicked in. Studying his physique as I approached, I wondered what he looked like without cloths. I truly gaged him for breeding purposes in just a few seconds. "Yeah, I could have this guy's kid," I thought as a small grin came over me for being so kinky. But subconsciously I meant what I said and would carry his kid if I could. And of course that got my blood pumping faster instantly. My cock twitched slightly as my asshole puckered tighter. After approaching him, I instantly I put him in handcuffs for my safety which triggered his defenses.
"I'll do anything not to go to jail," he baited me with as I secured his muscular arms. Numerous tattoos ran up each arm and up under his tee-shirt. The musk of cigarette smoke hung heavily around him as I savored his essence. That and the aroma of old booze he must of drank recently added to his appeal. It instantly triggered the memory of my first sexual encounter with a man who smelled just like him. Fucked my first time on a construction site by a Hispanic construction worker as a young willing boy, I repeated a pattern of having sex with men just like him ever since. Repeatedly going back to my first to be fucked, set in motion a pattern at a very young age that repeated itself even now.
As I read him his rights, he followed the usual path of lying like all dudes in his position do. "I planned on taking care of that warrant this week," he dared to say. From previous experience I'd heard this same bullshit from them all and knew he was lying his ass off. He knew full well he was headed to jail tonight.
"Please office, please," he kept on begging me as I began to search him. Again, being alone for once without backup showing up, I seriously pondered taking a chance with him. The angel on my shoulder reminded me it would be a blatant disregard of my sworn duties. Especially for a criminal like him. But his rugged looks and lanky stance tipped my logical thinking.
I can still see the look on his face after he turned around when I was done searching him. I had traced his impressive upper body and down to his waistband repletely in the name of duty. Urged on by the solidness of his upper body, I moved in on my signature move as my hands drifted lower. Running my hand down his butt crack and up under his crotch, I felt the impressive lump his ball sack made thru the sweat pants with his legs spread wide. Moving my hands around to his front, I aggressively fondled his crotch. Finding his limp cock laying to the side, I fingered his cock head for an unprofessional amount of time. His shaft was thick even being limp and his cock head was crowned nicely.
When he didn't resist or complain, I figured he'd be willing to work with me to get out of his cuffs. After searching down his legs to the top of the boots he wore, I stood and tuned him back to face me. That's when I made my decision to go for it. With a sly look and a cocky attitude, he let me know straight up how he felt.
"Ah, I get it now," he offered with a smirk. "Yeah, now I know I have something I can offer you in exchange for some leniency here," he offered with a sarcastic attitude about him. "I can give you a real good look at that anytime you want and I can keep a secret," he offered baiting me. "But you gotta let me leave here tonight. We can work out the details for a hookup later. I'll give you my number and I have a trailer not far from here. I assure you I bone up nicely and its good for sucking on so I've been told. Aint no shame in being a cock hound officer. I used to have a brother-in-law who loved to suck my peter regularly. So, I'm no stranger to letting a dude service me. I'll do whatever I need to keep myself out of jail tonight. So, can we work this out, make some kind of deal here," he offered as I stared at him.
"You know this is serious if I decide to let you go tonight in exchange for us hooking up later," I offered? "I get that officer. But it's obvious I turn you on and you're wanting to swing off the end of my cock. I'm honored man, truly. But I wanta be clear here; I don't suck or get fucked. You'll be servicing me and maybe if you're good at that, you'll let me tap that fine looking ass of yours. That is if you want a buck like me riding your back. I've always dreamed of getting me some law man tail, hell, who hasn't. So that's my offer. If you wanta fuck around, I'm your man?"
As I uncuffed him, I dropped my aggressive attitude. As he rubbed his wrists and I stood there with my hands on my hips, he told me to write his number down.
Brought back to the moment at hand, with no shame, I begrudgingly gave into his demands of unloading his nuts in me again. I just grunted some kind of acknowledgement as we locked eyes, and came to a nonverbal agreement. Caught up in the moment and just being to dam tired and horny to deny him, I succumbed to his eagerness to bred me again. I think he somehow felt some kind of defeated nature come over me as he suddenly beamed with pride
"That `a boy, maybe this time this load will take and I'll knock you're bitch ass up." With an evil look on his face he knew just what to say to get me to comply. "Tighten that pussy up some more if you want this," he demanded of me as I quickly followed his orders.
"Ah fuck, there we go," he moaned as he then started taking shorter rabbit thrusts without pulling out as much now. "Yeah, you really wanted my nut this morning but was too afraid to ask for it weren't you? Just like I knew you wanted it last time weather you will admit it or not," followed as the thrusting became more intense. "You gotta be honest with me moving forward dude. Just admit what you need" he rattled off as his eyes closed and he concentrated on finishing the job.
"Man, your ass looked so good in those uniform pants that night," he mumbled barely audible with an intense look on his face. His big hairy balls rubbed against my lower butt cheeks as the feeling of his bush rubbed my parted butt cheeks. "God dam, I'm learning cop pussy is some pretty dam good shit," he managed to sigh just before his eyebrows squinted downward and his brow furred.
"If you got any other cop buddies who want to get down and dirty," he barely eked out as he fell off the climax cliff. Within seconds the first shot of cum ran up his shaft and fired off deep within my bowels. The contractions of his shaft were the greatest feeling in the world to me. The look on his face was intense as I forcibly pulled him downwards to lay fully atop me. "Breed me man, breed me," rolled off my lips in a deep hungry sounding tone as I held him tightly with my one arm. My other cupped his right ass cheek and pulled him in tighter against my butt.
Two then three more intense surges were felt by me. His breathing was intense and was only matched by the incredible sighs of pleasure he grunted into the cliff of my neck.
I continued to hold him tightly as his balls emptied, never wanting this moment to ever end. Now totally limp atop me, I patted and rubbed his sweaty back to reassure him of the great job he'd done. "Fuck man, your amazing," I whispered in his ear to heighten his male pride. Ever so slowly he came back to life and lifted himself up atop me again. "God dam, that was intense," he confirmed as I looked up at him again. "Aint nothing like a good morning fuck," he exclaimed just before arching his hips back and pulling his almost limp cock from me.
The emptiness was instantaneous as my violated pucker worked to close itself. I could feel his slimy cock drag across my thigh as he proceeded to get off the bed. Sitting on the edge by the nightstand, he reached for a cigarette as I laid there basking in the glory of it all. My asshole felt slippery with slim as I tighten and relaxed my sphincter. Putting my arms behind my head and enjoying the moment, I admired the back of the man who had just sired me.
"You have a great upper body," I complemented him with as I watched him light the smoke. "Thanks bro," was his response as he blew a long stream of white smoke from his mouth. "All that construction work I do I guess," he said as I turned on my side towards him. Reaching out, I traced his spine down his back as he stared ahead. "Another thing I get from the old man."
"Fuck, I really needed that one," he said as he took another deep drag and ran his hand thru his disheveled hair. "I was fucking glad as hell you called. Surprised the shit out of me you wanted to hook up with me again. After the last time when I got too aggressive for you and held you down. Sorry I got carried away and impregnated you against your will. Shit, after all that I figured I'd seen the last of you. And then out of the blue, boom, you're calling for another poke from me."
"Yeah, I'm sorry I acted like such a dick last time. It wasn't a big deal you dumped in me. I was just taken a back when you became super dominate," I answered as I watched for his reaction. "It's all that training of mine that kicks in automatically for me."
"Yeah, guess I stepped ahead too quickly and took too much control," he offered as he looked over his shoulder at me. "I'm used to getting my way with any chick I fuck. I wanted to seed you so badly I didn't realize I was literally raping you. But in my defense, how often does a dude get to nail a cop's ass? You gotta mark that spot, been there done that," he laughed.
"Yeah, I get that," I acknowledged. "Let's just put it behind us and move on."
"So, are we both on the same playing field now," he asked? "Especially since I've done it to you twice now," he offered.
I just nodded not wanting to cause anymore animosity or start an argument between us this early in the morning. To change the subject and bolster his manhood, I baited him with, "Any chance you have another round in your balls?"
"Fuck dude, you're already turning into a hungry bitch aren't you," he joked as he turned to look over his shoulder at me again? "Once I start fucking someone, there always wanting more. Tell you what, let me take a piss and drink some coffee and we'll see if junior has another round in him," he said as he smacked the top of my hips.
"You might have to use them pretty lips of yours to get him going again," he then offered with upturned eyebrows. "And I'm going to spit my balls in you again."
Stretching his arms to the ceiling and moaning the kinks out of his body, he added, "Just to be straight forward here, you know I prefer chicks over dudes just so you understand. I don't want you to get the wrong idea about me. You're just a piece of ass I'm paying off a debt to."
"Yeah, I know," I answered positively outwardly, but internally I was somewhat crushed. It always works out this way for me and this time was no exception. There was never a time that it turned out differently and I was desired just for being me. A lesson I should have learned as a young boy who fell in love with the grown man. But he was like all the others and was only interested in the fact that I was a willing to let him get up my ass. And once the construction job was finished, he moved on without even saying goodbye. Fucked almost daily during his lunch break for weeks on end at the job sight, one day he just vanished like the wind. Now if I was to put some logical thinking into all that, I'd say I'm most likely still searching for him.
Now the only thing that's really different is me being the man in the uniform who represents law and order being shit on. Not an inkling of desire for me other than being a cum receptacle was ever expressed in these situations. It always comes down to just bagging some cop ass or repaying a dept they feel they owe me for. As I drifted into solemness, I was brought back to the moment as he suddenly barked at me
"Fuck dude, you really do like getting spiked by another dude don't you," he said as he shook his head in disbelief. "I thought this was maybe some kind of experimentation on your part. But shit, you're a full-on fag boy aint you? How the hell does that shit float in a job like yours?"
I quickly realized he'd noticed my puddle of spent cum glistening on my lower belly. "For God's sake dude, clean that shit up, will you? That is kind of a turnoff for me to see. You didn't get any on my belly, did you," he suddenly realized may have happened as he checked above his groin. "There's plenty of my dirty socks laying around on the floor. Use one for fuck's sake to clean yourself up," he offered discussed sounding as he stood up.
"Hey fuck you dude," I quickly fired off in a moment of rage! I don't take any shit off any man and he wasn't any different despite the fact we'd just fucked. "You don't know my story," I barked. "All you gotta worry about is fulfilling your end of this deal between us. Otherwise, keep your fucking mouth shut."
"I told you I prefer chicks when I fuck," he yelled back at me in a booming voice as he started walking away?
"You sure about that," I snapped back quickly? "You don't seem to have a problem crawling up my ass mister straight man. And you love the way I suck your cock don't you asshole. So just keep your fucking opinions to yourself and let's keep having some dude fun together while it lasts," I thew his way as a final statement on the subject.
I then watched his ass jiggle in frustration as he left the small room and headed for the bathroom. The tinny sound of his footsteps on the cheap floor echoed thru the decades old trailer. I stared up at the dingy ceiling as I regretted the feeling of being back in a scenario, I knew all too well. The loud sound of a very hardy piss stream boomed down the hallway towards the bedroom.
After the hopper flushed, I heard him proceeded to the kitchen. I heard coffee cups clanking around loudly and cabinets being slammed indicating he was still pissed at me for barking back at him.
"Fuck him," I mumbled to myself as I slowly eased myself to the side of the bed and looked downward for my underwear. Still bunched in the legs of my quickly discarded uniform pants, they laid beside my white tee-shirt all of which were on the floor. The gold reflective strip down my pant leg reflected in the morning sun peeking thru his nonexistent window blinds. Standing tall beside them unlaced, my black boots stood at attention ready for action.
Dirty work cloths and other assorted items littered the gritty looking carpet as I searched for something to clean myself off with. My eyes lit up as I noticed his disregard underwear lying across from my pile of cloths. Instantly my mind raced wondering if he'd miss them if I took them as a trophy? They would be a great addition to a collection of other dude's drawers I'd collected who'd fucked me. Easing off the bed, I did indeed manage to find a pair of dirty socks by his bedside. I quickly used one to clean my lower belly free of my own slime as I continued to wonder about his underwear.
Sneaking in just after 7:30 Am, I had already removed my uniform shirt hoping to hide my profession for any prying eyes in neighboring trailers. The strip down each of my outer pant legs was still a dead giveaway of my profession but I couldn't go in without something on. Driving my old truck home from the station helped at least cover part of my tracks. But the crewcut and obvious clean-cut appearance really stood out big time in this neighborhood. I screamed cop without even trying.
Greeted by him at the door in tighty-whities, he wasn't the least bit shy about showing his neighbors his state of undress. Casually scratching up under his nuts as he stepped outside on the stoop, answered any questions his neighbors might have had about my presence there. Smacking my ass as I passed by him and entered sealed the deal at least in my mind for them.
I paused as I entered his now familiar kitchen, taking in all the clutter and mess. It was a far cry from how immaculate I kept my own place. He brushed by me and asked if I wanted something to drink before we got started? I instantly took notice of his ample protruding pouch as he hoisted his briefs up higher. Many a man would laugh at a guy in tighty-whities these days. But I have always found them to be very alluring the way they high-light a man's junk. Having sucked on his cock and been fucked the last time I was here; I already knew what was behind the material. In a bold and aggressive move on my part, I walked over to him and I reached for that impressive looking bulge. Being dwarfed by him by about six inches in height, he stood there stretching and yawning before me. "Like that do you shorty," he chuckled as I weighed the heaviness of his ball sack. He patted the top of my crewcut head in a demeaning way to bolster his height over me.
"Fuck dude, I said it before but you're got some big ass nuts on you," I praised him with as I felt the warmth coming thru the material. "I wish I had a set like yours on me," I confessed to boost his male ego. And it worked as I saw a huge gloating smile come across his face. "You always had nuts like a bull," I asked as I jiggled his clothed sack?
"Guess I gotta thank my dad for those. He had a big set also," he said as I continued to rub his pouch. "Gotta tell yea, I'm really backed up this morning. It's been a few days since I emptied them and I don't want to fuck around bull shitting too much before we hit the sack," he answered. "You aint going to insist on me wearing a condom this time are you," he asked with great concern? "I mean after last time; you know how I feel about those."
Last time we connected, I did insist he bag his cock for fear of catching something from him. I mean it was our first time in bed together. You should have seen the look on his face when I pulled one out of my pocket when he quickly announced he didn't have any. But he happily complied to get the chance to fuck a cop. "Cop ass is trophy fucking, headboard notching shit," he gleefully said as he stared at me like a hungry wolf sliding the rubber barrier on his shaft.
So, there we were in his bed fucking like crazy and I'm moaning like a mother fucking bitch in heat. When suddenly he stops mid thrusts. Out of the blue he asks, "Can I take a few strokes without this fucking plastic shit on my shaft, feel some skin on skin action? I barely leak any precum when I fuck so it's still safe."
In the heat of the moment, I didn't know how to respond other than giving him permission to do so. I was afraid to hinder our fucking at this point to tell him no way. "Just for a little bit," I bartered with him. "And remember, I can turn your ass in any time I want so don't be stupid and fire off in me," I added as I felt him quickly withdraw his hard cock.
"Oh, I'll be quick," he hurriedly said with a wicked smirk on his face. I then watched as he flung the rubber across the room like it was a God dam rubber band. Subconsciously I realized my fate right then. As I stated before, he then used his size and weight to pin me down. Out of the blue, his hands came up and grabbed my throat and nearly chock me out as he took control of the situation. Needless to say, I walked out of there with an ass full of his cum and I was pissed to high heaven how things took a quick turn to the dark side. Afterwards, he took great pride in breeding me.
"Come on dude relax, I can't get you pregnant," was his defense laying back on the bed afterwards gloating. Fingering his empty ball sack as he grinned, reinforcing the fact that he was proud of what he did. I on the other hand was not. It had been a while since I had a cum laden asshole after sex with a wanted criminal. This was a step over the blue line when he forced me to take his without constant.
"Dude, you fucked up," I pointed at him as I grabbed for my underwear. "I should call your ass in right now. What the fuck was that anyway," I barked with spit shooting out of my mouth as I pulled my underwear up?
"Go ahead officer, you do that," he taunted me with. "Then I'll just have to tell them what happened here and your sloppy asshole would be all the proof they need to nail your ass to a cross," he threatened me with. "Then I'll make up all kinds of shit about how I've been spiking your ass for months and you kept my secret for more cock off me. Boy I bet your brothers in blue would love to hear you bed down with guys like me. Even going as far as taking my scum up your ass. "God dam, that would be a sight to see on their faces. So, the way I figure things, we both got something to lose here don't you think? Maybe we'll have a better understanding between each other now," he offered? "This works both ways asshole and I got you by the mother fucking balls!"
In shock and with great reluctance, I just stood there in disbelief as I boiled inside. Honestly, I didn't know what to do or say next. Of course, his next move was to try and exert even more control over me.
"Come on man," he said in a sexy tone as he parted his beefy legs open wider and motioned me towards him. Maybe now things can be better between us. So why don't you come on over here and finish me off. I could use some cleaning up on my pecker and some of the excess cum off my shaft. Surely there's some left-over scum in my piss tube if you work hard enough to get it out. Come on, be the good boy that you obviously are and get over here between my legs."
And despite my anger and rage against him, I knew he had me over a barrel. With great reluctant I slowly did the walk of shame as he put both his arms behind his head and beamed with pride knowing he'd broken me. I stared him down with a look of rage as I slowly moved up on the bed and between his legs. I started slowly to suckle him limp cock and instantly tasted cum that did in fact ooze from his piss slit. He rubbed my bristly head as he directed my actions. "Easy there man, it gets extra sensitive after I nut. Yeah, like that," he then praised me with. "I need to bust a nut in your mouth one of these times so you'll get a real taste my nut fresh from my balls," he cooed as I bathed his balls with my tongue. "But for right now you're ass is just too good to waste a load in your stomach."
When it was all said and done and I'd sucked any ruminates of cum clean, in disgust, I grabbed my cloths and got dressed. He moved to the edge of the bed and pulled some shorts on as I slipped my tee-shirt over my head. As I stormed out of there, I swore I'd never be back. As his screen door slammed behind me, he yelled loudly with it ajar, "You'll be back for more officer, guaranteed."
And he was right. Just goes to show you a hard cock has no conscious as I sit here loaded up again with those big ass balls of his contents. I knew if we fucked long enough, I'd give up the condom rule. It's a natural thing to do between two dudes. He just forced my hand quicker. Despite the fact we'd just fucked, I felt shy about venturing to the kitchen without at least my underwear on. Weird aint it guys, but that's just me. As I grabbed for my underwear, I heard a loud knocking at the door. The kind of knocking that wasn't friendly in any way. The whole God dam trailer shook.
"Sheriff's Office, we have a warrant for your arrest," followed with, "We have the place surrounded so just give yourself up. Let's not have this end up like last time Carl!"
At that moment, out of the corner of my eye, I saw movement outside the bedroom window. The top of a man's head appeared as someone then attempted to peer thru the window. Apparently not tall enough, I then hear a loud clunk as something was placed against the side of the metal outside wall. I quickly grabbed my cloths and boots and moved my naked ass to the opposing wall. Within seconds of me slumping down, I saw the shadow of a figure come into view on the floor.
My heart was racing as I realized I was in deep dodo as the pounding on the door continued. "It's the fucking pigs," rang thru the trailer as I heard him bellow my way. "Did you fucking do this asshole," he barked as I heard him running down the hallway to the bedroom. When he entered, he barked, "Cause if you did, I'll fry your ass also," he threatened me with pointing his finger at me defiantly.
"I swear man, I didn't have anything to do with this," I pleaded as I cautiously pulled my underwear on. "Believe me dude, this was not my doing," I offered hoping he'd have some kind of mercy on me. "I sure as hell wouldn't have let you fuck me and dump your nuts if this was a set up," was my final plea as I stood there looking dumfounded.
Within seconds, we both heard a battering ram being used to bust the door open. "Fucking hid in the closet," he then said as I gave up getting my pants on. "This is my problem to take care of and shouldn't involve you," rolled off his tongue as he began moving back towards the kitchen. I took this as my one chance to book it across the room after I made sure no one was at the window. Ducking into the small closet, I closed the door behind me and maneuvered behind the hanging shit and hide. My heart raced as I heard the side door bust open and the words, "Freeze," roar down the hallway!
I then heard lots of commands barked at him and he was finally told to assumed the position to be handcuffed. "I'm going to read you your rights, was followed by, anyone else in here with you?" Instantly I heard boot steps coming down the hallway towards me. I heard Carl answer no, but that didn't stop the arresting officers from searching to be sure. I hunkered down like a trapped animal and literally started to shake in fear. I swore over and over to myself that if I got out of this situation, I'd never do this again.
I listened as the officer came into the bedroom and walked around searching with his eyes for anything. A small sigh left me as I heard those same boot sounds then leave the room. I sat with my back against the closet wall and my ass on the floor as I waited for what was to happen next. The thrill of the fuck I'd just received was now gone as I worried my whole world could collapse. "This is your fault," I cussed my cock all shriveled up and hiding himself!
"Where's your cloths," one of the officers then asked? I barely heard Carl's answer as I remembered he was still totally naked after our fuck session. "Walk him to his bedroom," was then ordered to one of the officers. I knew right then my chances of getting caught increased again as they headed for his bedroom.
Once in the room, he was uncuffed and I heard Carl say in a bewildered voice, "Fuck man, where'd I throw my under shorts?" I then realized as I looked at my bunched up white tee-shirt, I'd scooped up his underwear with my cloths.
"Fuck dude, just grab some pants and get your junk covered up," the officer bellowed who was in the room with him. "I aint in no mood to keep watching your pecker swinging about like that," he then demanded with disgust in his voice.
"Fuck man, I thought some of you pigs liked to watch a cock swinging around. Maybe even swing off the end of one these," Carl cackled in response knowing I must be able to hear him.
"Keep it up asshole and I'll knock your lights out," the officer then replied in a much more angered tone. "Ok, ok, just kidding with you officer," was then heard as I put my face in my hands. "Was this guy fucking crazy in the head," I thought to myself? You don't go poking the fucking bear in a situation like this.
"Just wanted to let you know I've fucked one of your brothers in blue before in case you might ever be interested," he went on to say pushing his luck even more. "It was some mighty fine ass to ride," he laughed.
"Yeah sure, like that would have ever happened," the officer responded sarcastically.
"Dude, I saw your roving eye watching my junk swinging around bro, aint no shame in it. Look me up after all this and we'll talk. I can keep a secret," he spoke softly adding insult to injury.
"Keep it up asshole and I'll make this a whole lot worse on you," I then heard as the clanking of a belt buckle was proof Carl was putting his pants on. "Just get your shirt on now so I can get you back in handcuffs again. I aint taking any chances on you running like you did last time we were here," was barked by the arresting officer. Within seconds I heard the all too familiar sound of handcuffs being locked around a wrist.
"You're a goodlooking fellow, I'd enjoy riding your back officer. I could load you up with a nice amount of real masculine cum," was the last thing I heard before Carl grunted as he was being manhandled out of the room. "Easy there man, aint no sense in being a fucking dick," was the last I heard from him.
And that was it, within several more minutes it was all over and the roar of cop cars pulling away was all I heard. I slowly eased myself out of the closet and tiptoed over to the door and looked down the hall. Totally alone, I quickly got dressed but made sure I stuffed those underwear in my back pocket. Ever so slowly I then tiptoed down the hall. The busted door was pulled as closed as it could be now as I assessed the damage. I didn't waste any more time and got my ass out of there and started my journey to my truck. Instantly I saw a few of his neighbors were huddled up obviously still talking about what just went down. A few stood in shock looking my way as I walked out and tried not to look there way.
"You OK man," one of his male neighbors yelled at me in a thick Spanish accent as I approached my truck door. "I've seen you here before, you two are friends right," he then shouted as he gripped his junk as he moved. As I opened my truck door, I saw him getting closer in my peripheral vision. As I closed my door, he was suddenly right against my door. A big grin greeted me when I turned and looked at him. He indicated he wanted me to roll my window down as I was about to put my key in the ignition. As I rolled down my window to not be totally rude, I smelled cigarette smoke reeking off him.
"I figure Carl's in some deep shit right about now," he gleefully said. "He might be out of action for quite a while this time," he boldly said as he now leaned his arm on my window sill. "Hopefully he'll be fine. I'd like to offer you my services to you till he's back home if you're interested?"
When a surprised look must of came over me, he moved in closer and spoke softly, "He and I, we talk, if you know what I mean? With the shifting of his eyebrows up and down, I quickly caught on. "I know why you were here," followed as he stood now waiting for my reaction.
"My place is right over there, the junky looking one. I like to work on old cars a lot and collect junk," he added as he then boldly reached his hand inside my window and brushed my hairy arm. "Ah man, that's nice," he said as a big grin came on his face. "You hairy all over like this," he asked when I didn't pull away?
"Yeah," was I could muster as I tried to make sense of this sudden kindness in this hectic maddening moment.
"Nice, we could have some real good times together," he then said. "I like to fuck hairy white dudes like you. You got any problem getting with a Latino dude, like me?"
"No, not at all," I answered as I now realized I was totally being hit on for sex. "Kinda prefer your kind to be honest," I tossed at him seeking his reaction and hoping maybe this might turn into something good for the both of us.
"Nice shirt laying there," he then said when he saw my uniform shirt boldly advertising my profession. "I got no problem with you being a lawman. I actually prefer knowing I'm sticking it to the MAN," he then laughed. "I mean if you would let me fuck you. Will you?"
With an affirmative nod yes, I quickly took in his appearance and gagged him as a potential fuck partner. He was short as fuck for sure but in a sexy kind of way. I had a good foot/foot in a half of height on him easy. The image of a chihuahua fucking a great Dane instantly flashed before me. As I studied him more as he talked, I noticed dark grease was under his finger nails and his hands were tinged blackish from working on cars. His cloths and general appearance indicated he was a regular dude. That and the fact his face was covered in black stubble made him even more desirable. Dark skinned and wearing a ball cap with tons of extra hair sticking out from under it, was a perfect look for him.
"Wanta come on over to my place and have a cup of coffee and get to know each other better," he then asked? "Maybe get to know each other real good right away," he offered as he quickly pulled up his dark green tee-shirt and showed me his hairy belly. Without hesitation, I reached out and rubbed his slight beer belly covered in really thick black hair.
"I already been fucked by Carl," I boldly claimed wanting him to know right away the situation as I looked at him. "How you feel about that?"
"This time I will be OK with it. But after this time, you only do it with me. We become friends like that and I only get to fuck you from now on. No more Carl, you cool with that?"
"You asking to fuck me right now," I said wanting to be perfectly clear what was going down?
Pulling his tee-shirt fully off before me he answered, "What you think I'm asking for," he said as he reached in and gripped the back of my neck in a tight squeeze?"
I pulled my keys from the ignition, rolled up my window and popped the door. "Lead on amigo, we got us a deal."
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