Date: Mon, 22 Dec 2008 22:02:42 EST
From: DogBone421@aol.com
Subject: "Night Patrol"  chapter 7

I reached down and gripped my quickly swelling cock through the material  of
my loose fitting sweat pants. This dude made my balls draw up tight and my
pecker stand tall! I watched as he killed the engine on his bike and dropped the
 kickstand. With one foot planted firmly on the only solid piece of black top
in  the parking lot, I watched as his other beefy leg swung over the back
tire and  he stood. I could tell from the dim glow of the overhead bulb hanging
that he  was wearing black chaps. On a warm summer evening like this, it was a
choice of  appearance on his part and not because of the cold air.
Shirtless, but wearing a black vest, he looked every bit  the part of a
hard-core biker type. Ruff looking and burly acting, I was in  instant bitch mode
for this guy. I even amazed myself with those kinds of weird  submissive
thoughts as my eyes strained to catch a glimpse of his crotch. I  watch as he
reached in his tight pants and pulled out a lighter and pack of  cigarettes. Ever so
casually he checked his surroundings as he lit the cigarette  and took a huge
drag. The red amber tip glowed brightly in the darkness as he  sucked deeply.

I continued to slow pump my cock as I watched mesmerized.  He had my number
and I was begging inside that he would enter the shower room  and not the
diner. Taking one last drag, he flicked the half finished smoke and  started
moving. Making his way to the wooden walkway that connected the shower  room and the
diner, I had fears my suspicions about him were wrong. Even this  far away, I
could hear his heavy boots on the wooden boards as he moved. When he  made
his way past the shower room door, I spoke out loud to myself, "Shit, NO!  Go
inside man, please!"
Somehow I  wondered if he suddenly felt my karma, because he stopped and
slowly moved back  towards the door. Very hesitantly, he gripped the doorknob and
then did another  perimeter check before he slipped inside.
That was all I needed as I reached for my door handle and  popped open my
door. I cussed the dome light as it came on and made my  appearance know to
anyone else who might be sitting back, watching and waiting.  I took the time to
shut my door as quietly as possible while still wanting to  get my ass inside
the building before anyone else had a chance to claim my  prize. Granted this
guy may just be going in to take a piss, but if he was there  for something
more, I wanted to be his. Quietly but quickly I moved past the  bumper of my high
sitting pickup truck. My cock was pointing out the front of my  sweat pants
like a coonhound sniffing for a scent. I felt totally sex crazed as  I looked
down at myself in that condition. Realizing I needed to get some kind  of
composure over myself before I darted in the building looking like a deviant,  I
turned back and leaned against the side of my truck. I cussed myself for not
wearing underwear now as I tired to think of anything besides getting my ass
plugged. But I have to tell you guys it wasn't  easy!
It took a few minutes, but I was able to drain some of  the blood as I
thought of boring paperwork I still needed to get done and the  guy who called me a
pig the other night for pulling him over. Dam, how I wanted  to put his lights
out for that, but I knew I had to keep my temper in check.  Reaching my hand
under the elastic waistband, I tented the top of my sweatpants  to help hide
the still half plumped up hotdog I still sported. Satisfied I could  hide my
erection better, I moved fast towards the shower room.
Instantly out of the corner of my eye I saw a guy emerge  from the dark
shadows from besides the building and make his way towards the  entrance at a fast
pace. From somewhere deep within my brain a voice spoke to me  saying, "Hold
up!" I always listened to and respected the powers that kept me  safe as a
patrol officer and slowed my forward movement. When the guy hit the  overhead
light, I recognized him instantly. Even holding his head down and  slumping his
shoulders, didn't hide him to me. His crew cut shaved head glowed  in the dim
light as he reached for the door. There was no doubt it was officer  John!
I instantly did an about face and moved into the shadows  of two big rigs
parked close together.
"What the FUCK was he doing here," I moaned to myself as  I leaned back
against a big tire. Staring at the other trailer parked beside the  one I leaned
against, I pondered my next move. All the blood had left my cock  now and it
hung like a limp noodle as I stood nervously biting my nails. I  kicked a stone
hard with my boot as I cussed his name and then hit the side of  the trailer
with my fist. Pulling my hand back and shaking it, I held my mouth  open and
quietly moaned in pain!
Calming down somewhat as I rubbed my aching wrist, I  realized how stupid I
was. Thanking god that I didn't break anything, I decided  to wait him out and
enter after he left. I crotched down low on the balls of my  feet under the
humongous trailer. At this level I was provided a perfect view of  the door as I
patiently waited him out. The night air was warm and humid and  sweat ran off
my face and dripped onto my gray tee shirt. Faint roars of distant  big rigs
roaring down the new section of interstate was all I heard besides the
crunching sound of gravel under my boots as I fidgeted. Crouched down like this  I
couldn't resist ripping off a silent fart and then gagged myself on my own
stench! I started to laugh as quietly as I could and then lost my balance and
fell over. Dam, I thought; no more fast food chili for me!
The sudden onset of laughter helped me out of my pissed  off funk as I
brushed dirt off my tee shirt. I crouched back down and started  wondering why he
had been in there so long as my legs began to cramp. Maybe he  was taking a dump
crossed my mind. But taking this long it must be a hell of a  dump! I stood
up and slowly began to pace. Something just didn't seem right to  me. My skin
began to crawl and I felt a knot form in my stomach. I now realized  that no
one that had entered the building had come back out. I suddenly began to  worry
about his safely as I thought about the biker. I had an honor code to  uphold
and part of that was to protect my fellow officer no matter how much I
despised him! Duty kicked in and I knew I had to find out what was happening in
there.
I quickly made my way back to my truck and opened my  locked door. I leaned
across the seat and reached in the glove box and removed a  gun I kept there
for emergencies. Grabbing my clip, I closed the door loudly now  and loaded my
gun as I walked fast towards the shower room door. Just before  stepping up on
the wooden walkway, I stopped. Loosening the strings that held my  high top
boots tight on my foot I slipped the gun down inside. Pulling my sweat  pants
lower on my hips hid the gun completely. I was ready for anything at this  point
and I was firing on all eight cylinders!
At the door I stood with my ear close to the opening,  hoping to hear
something. I did hear voices ever so often but nothing that  sounded unusual. Taking
a deep breath I slowly entered. The squeak of the old  hinges left no drought
to anyone someone was entering.  I had been in this place before so I  wasn't
disoriented by the flickering florescent light overhead that went off and
then came back on brightly. Again that familiar musty smell entered my nostrils
and reminded me of the time Dennis and I spent in here recently. Its funny how
a  certain scent can take your mind back to an event in your past.
I moved slowly down the long row of shower stalls with my  senses on high
alert. My asshole twitched uncontrollably as I passed the shower  stall where
Dennis had nailed me in the first time. A powerful sexual surge came  over me
mixed with a rush of fear. Dam, I was experiencing feelings and emotions  that I
never knew were possible lately. I was feeling more alive as each week  pasted
and less like I was in a rut! The sound of rusty shower curtain rings  being
pulled open focused my eye to a stall at the end of the row.
A guy emerged pulling his pants up as he walked towards  me. He looked like
he worked at the local coalmines. Around these parts you get  to recognize the
look. Redneck to the bone as we say! He was wearing a dingy  white tee shirt
and black stained green work pants. When our eyes met he smiled  nervously at
me as he pulled his zipper up. I guess even in police mode I  couldn't stop my
eyes from watching him zip up. Looking back up at him he seemed  more at ease
as he shook his head.
"Sorry buddy, but the guy back there is already doing a  dude!" he laughed.
"Never seen you in here before," he said fast as we both  met and stood
facing each other. "You're not a cop are you? Guess not cause you  look just like
that guy back there on his knees. Military huh?" he then asked.
In a state of instant shock that John could be the guy on  his knees in the
last stall I tried to answered without  flinching,
"Uh yeah, Military!" I agreed to  quickly.
"Something wrong dude, you look like you just saw a  ghost?" he asked back
as I couldn't stop myself from staring down the hallway  towards the stall he
just left. The faint sound of moans echoed down the  corridor. I was fighting a
battle of mixed emotions all at once and felt  overwhelmed. My new friend
reached over and shook me gently and I snapped back  to reality.
"That guy back there is pretty good at sucking dick.  There's some biker
dude with him plugging his ass. But you could use his mouth  like I just did if
your in need that bad, you OK man? He a friend of yours or  something?"
A twinge of jealousy ran up the back of my spine as I  pondered the
possibility that the biker could now be fucking John!
"I'm Ok guy," I answered back to him as I turned and  faced him again. "He'
s no friend. Just new to this place, checking things out  tonight, you know."
Grinning at me and then reaching over and rubbing the top  of my crew cut he
said, "Figured you for the type that sucks cock anyways. Most  all you big
tuff military type guys always are round here. When I saw you  checking out my
package, I knew. Guess I'm your type then solider," he offered  without malice.
"Now I wished I had saved it for you, but around here you have  to go with
what you can get. Dam, nice sharp hair cut you got there. But it  would feel
good on my balls as you blow me  sometime!"
He continued to stroke my head and grin like a Cheshire  cat with a few
missing front teeth. We appeared to be about the same age but had  taken different
paths in life. The black hair on his head looked thick and  uncombed and
matched the heavy beard that hadn't been shaved in days. Feeling  that we were
connecting somewhat I used the opportunity to ask more questions,  "The guy back
there, how long has he been in  here?"
"He's been here oh about 30 minutes I'd say. That guys  been hanging around
regular for the last couple weeks. Hasn't let me fuck him  for some reason but
he loves to suck my dick, why you  asking?"
"I was just wondering what the competition was like for  me around these
parts," I answered with a big smile as I reached for the front  of his pants and
pulled his zipper back down. I dug my hand through the boxer  slit and began to
fondle his soft equipment.
Yeah I know it was a bold move, but I knew it was a way  to throw this guy
off as I played with his soft cock and low hanging hairy nuts.  His marbles were
a lot bigger then mine and I was impressed with the size of his  sack. I
could tell he was an all American red-blooded breeding machine. I  imagined what
kind of loads he must shoot as my mind wondered.
I was  startled back to reality when a bathroom stall door opened and two
guys walked  out. There was no guessing what they were doing in there. They both
walked by us  standing there and offered a nod as they made there way out the
door I came in.  Bringing my attention back to him he spoke,
"Already told you I fed that guy back there, but I'd be willing to let  you
work another load out of me later. Seems to me like your wanting to have sex
with me pretty badly right now. You want to go have a coffee or something to
eat  at the diner while I recharge? Hell, I'm  buying!"
Something about this backwoods type guy got my nuts to draw up tight and
ignite my horniness again. He gave off a feeling of pure confidence and
cockiness as I continued to play with him.  I found him to be lustful and manly and I
craved that right now. I wanted  to be with someone tonight and the idea that
John didn't think he was good  enough to fuck him only made me want to even
more. What is that makes you throw  all logical thoughts out the window and give
into jealously and  lust.
I think he was beginning to realize he intrigued me and  he made the first
move. Without much use of force, he moved me back against the  cinderblock wall.
The cold concrete felt good on my sweaty back as he moved in.  Placing both
his hands on the wall on each side of my head he leaned in close  and
whispered.
"Or you could come to my place and I could fuck your ass, your  choice?"
He looked my hard in the eyes and nodded his head slowly yes to me and I
found myself mocking his movement. He then reached his thumb and finger to me
chin and gripped it tightly.
"I have a trailer up in a holler about 10 minutes from here we can go to.
Nothing fancy but its home. I got a bed you'd look perfect in face down. But, I
tell all my bitches straight up before we fuck that I don't use rubbers. I
have  never worn one and never will. Just aint natural for a man to wear a bag
over  his most prized possession. Hell no, it's the one receiving my gift of
life  worries! See a man like me eats what he kills, breeds what he fucks. Just
want  you to know the score right from the get go buddy before we go to my
place. I'm  clean dude; you got no worries there and I expect the same from you!
Don't be  having second thoughts at the trailer after you done got me horned
up. You make  your choice now!"
He gave me a cold hard stare as I pondered his words. I didn't want to  stay
here any longer waiting for John to discover me and I needed to get laid
tonight. This guy could provide just what I craved tonight. He leaned in closer
to me and I felt his hand slip behind my back and go under the waistband of my
sweat pants. The smell of his skin and the heat off his body overwhelmed my
senses. He moved his hand down the crack of my butt and found my hole. I was
trying hard tonight not to be my normal "don't trust anyone" self. So I threw
 caution to the wind and allowed a total stranger access to the most intimate
 part of my body with no resistance. Somehow deep inside I already knew he
would  be getting a chance to use it. I moved my arms around his waist and let
him  check out my hole all he wanted. All to quickly he moved his mouth to mine
and  we began to suck face! He aggressively parted my lips with his tongue
and we  were swapping spit next. I could taste the faint taste of chewing
tobacco on his  tongue as I sucked it like a hungry baby. Suddenly pulling from me,
he stepped  back and my hand came out of his underwear.
"God dam you're a sexy little bitch aren't you. I could make you howl at
moon like a dog tonight if you give me the chance! Give you some country guy
loving and breeding! You'll be coming back for more after were done, I  promise!"

He reached in his back pocket and pulled out a bottle of  liquor. He screwed
off the top and took a big swig before offering it to me.
"Take a big drink buddy, it will open that asshole of  yours right up to me!"

I took it from him and downed a big drink myself. It  burned as it went down
my throat and gave me instant liquid courage. I watched  as he tucked his tee
shirt in his pants, pulled his zipper back up, fastened his  pants and then
looped his heavy belt buckle in place. He wore a silver buckle  with a large
Nascar number in the center. I could now tell he had the beginnings  of a beer
belly as I looked him over more. Noticing his boots I could tell they  were old
and well used. A large hole at the toe of his right boot showed the  steel tip
that protected his toes. Looking every bit like a man who doesn't fit  the
norm I would be with, I still wanted to have sex with him. Backwoods and
uncouth acting, he still made my dick get hard! I felt like a teenager all over
again wanting to experience it all. He then grabbed my arm tightly and  asked,
"Am I slicking your insides up  tonight?"
Better judgment told me I shouldn't go home with someone I didn't know.  But
I put my life on the line everyday patrolling the streets and compared to
that, this was nothing to worry about. I knew this guy was just using me for a
place to dump his load tonight and I accepted that. Hell, I'm a grown man and
I  know these things. I'm tired of doing what is expected of me all the time
and  being what everybody else expects me to be. It was time for me to live a
little  dangerous in a different way. And this guy was all that to me.
Tonight proved to me that we all have secrets and were  all looking for
something. John was a prime example of that to me now. I no  longer had to worry
about his threats or bull shit mind games. I felt a hung  weight lift off my
shoulders as I took another big drink from the liquor bottle.  I would deal with
his ass later. Right now I was more worried about getting my  ass plugged.
Screwing the top back on the bottle I handed it to him and spoke  with
confidence,
"Lets get out of here. Where's your vehicle parked?"
As he turned to leave I pulled myself from the wall.  That's when I saw the
biker guy and John walk out of the shower stall together.  The biker dude had
his arm around John's neck and you could tell they both had  enjoyed each
other. There was no way John could lie his way out of this. I could  have turned
and he wouldn't have seen me, but I couldn't just let this  opportunity slip
past me. Not after all the shit he had put me through. Fuck no!  It was my turn
to hold the cards now! I stood and waited till he saw me. The  look on his
face will forever be priceless to me. I flipped him the double  middle finger and
turned quickly to catch up to my new friend as he walked out.  Grabbing his
ass just as he reached the door, he turned and pointed his finger  at me and
laughed,
" Trust me dude, you'll be acting a little less cocky  after I get done with
you tonight!
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