Date: Sat, 25 Nov 2006 17:14:24 EST
From: DogBone421@aol.com
Subject: "The Road Crew and The Cop"  Part 9

I lay in bed and went over the events that had just happened to me. My elbow
was over my eyes, shielding the light from the afternoon sun coming through
the window. My first though was that I made it through all this, I survived I
guess you could say. My mind instantly went to the thought, "How did Mike find
out where I lived"? I was always very careful to never do anything at home or
even give out my address. I had to protect some aspect of my life from the
careless things I did when it involved sex. In my mind I replayed the
conversations Mike and I had during our sex adventures and wondered if I had slipped up
somehow. As far as I could remember I had followed my rules and had not said
anything about where I lived. Someone else was to blame, had to be!


   I rolled onto my side and eased myself up. The pain in my side made me
gasp for air. I worried that maybe some of my ribs were broke. I felt light
headed and sat on the edge of the bed, my one arm grasping my hurt side. I looked
around my bedroom, taking inventory. My eyes instantly went to my gun safe. I
could not have been happier to remember that I had locked my gun away before
bed last night. It looked from where I sat that they had not bothered the safe.
I felt a little better knowing that and continued to check out the room.
Everything looked in place and seemed to have not been changed. I sat there a
little longer getting myself back together. I saw the puddle of piss that Rick had
made on the floor before me. It matched the large wet spot on my bed sheet
that was made from the cum that leaked from my butt. Seeing the wet spot on the
bed, I realized my belly was growling and I needed to take a dump. My insides
were churning and diarrhea coming on was evident. I managed to get up without
too much pain. I cussed the fuckers as my foot stepped in the piss puddle.


    Making my way down the hall to the bathroom, liquid seeped from my butt
and ran down my hairy leg. As I approached the bathroom a foul stench filled
the air. I couldn't understand what it could be till I entered the room.
Smelling like the worst bathroom I'd ever been in, my eyes instantly went to the
toilet bowl. There inside was the "shit" that Rick had taken and had not bothered
to flush down. Repulsed and discussed I flushed it and wondered what kind of
man would think like that. I quickly sat on the john trying to expel what was
in me. Knowing they were both still deep in me pissed me off more. I used
toilet paper to dry the wetness from the insides of my thighs. The smell of sperm
was strong as I dumped.


    Finishing, I turned the shower on as hot as I could and got in. I lost
track of time but was brought back to reality when the hot water ran out.
Feeling at least clean on the outside, I got out. Seeing myself in the mirror for
the first time, I was horrified! My eye was already turning black, my lip was
swelled, there was a gash on my forehead and my neck looked blood red. I was a
total mess. I knew I couldn't work looking like this and I had to think of a
way to explain it all. I checked out my side, feeling if all my ribs were in
place. As best I could tell there were ok, but the pain brought tears to my eyes.
Swallowing lots of aspirin, I headed back to my bedroom. Again I stepped in
the piss puddle, cussing the whole fucking world at that point! I pulled on
some clean boxers, tee shirt and socks. I headed for my kitchen and living room
wondering what I might find. The living room had some furniture out of place
but otherwise was ok. I made sure my front door was locked before I headed for
the kitchen. The kitchen was a different story. There were about 6 empty beer
bottles on the counter. The refrigerator door was open and food and bread were
all over the counters. I cleaned things up as best I could before I headed
back to the bedroom. Using my dirty boxer shorts and socks, I managed to get down
and dry up some of the piss. The whiteness of the boxers and socks was
changed as the yellow water soaked them. Rick's piss still smelled strong and
something more was needed to sop up. Using my shower towel I was finally able to get
the wetness dried up as best I could. Exhausted, I tumbled back into bed and
fell off to sleep.


    I slept for about four hours before I awoke. For a few short seconds
everything was fine till I felt pain again. I remembered the events of the day.
Looking at my bedside clock I was shocked to see how long I had slept. Getting
out of bed was a little easier this time as I headed to take a wicked piss. The
strong stream echoed in the dark bathroom. Shaking off the last drop I
hesitated turning on the light. The brightness blinding me for a second, what I saw
in the mirror made me wish I hadn't. My mind went into action as I plotted how
I could explain this. I knew I needed to go call the barracks now and explain
why I couldn't work tomorrow. Heading for the kitchen my mind was going over
every possible scenario I could think of. Looking out my patio door, it came
to me. Seeing the stairs that went down one story from my deck to the woods
behind the house was perfect! I picked up the phone and called work. Telling them
I needed a weeks vacation because I couldn't work. I explained that I had
come home from the "get together" last night, drank a few more beers, and fell
down the stairs off my deck. I assured them I was OK but that I was sore and
really couldn't work. They requested I go to the doctor tomorrow and get checked
out. I agreed and hung up feeling better.


    The next day I went to my doctor. My ribs were not broke but bruised
badly. He cleaned my cuts and checked out my sore jaw. As he said, I would live,
but stay away from deck stairs when I drank again! I had to stop by work to
give them my doctor's slip. Everyone was shocked and wanted to be sure I was all
right. Once that was settled the jokes and laughter began about my ability to
handle my liquor. I laughed with them knowing I had dodged another bullet at
least for now.



    The week went by quickly and I went back to work. I was in "lock down"
mode so to say. I didn't even want to think about sex I was so pissed at the
events that happened. I looked over my shoulder and listened to every
conversation I heard in the station. Worried someone might find out about me being into
sex with guys. I have to say I even thought about taking a job a few states
away I was offered a while back. Moving away wouldn't be running away I thought.
 I would never "run" away. But maybe it was time for a fresh start, a new
beginning. At least I had that option and that kept me going. I worked extra
hard and focused on my job like I hadn't in a long time. My ticket book was full
and I bringing in lots of revenue for the state. Anybody who didn't cooperate
with me was fucked! I had a big time attitude and let it be known. I wouldn't
answer the calls that came to my cell phone from the trucker that wanted to
teach me more about cock sucking. I was done with all that, jacking off was all
I needed. Yep, I was a changed man!


    I took to dating women again. It was a perfect situation all around
actuality. It made me look better around the guys at the station and I actually
fucked one to make things look even better. Tony's wife introduced me to her. She
was pretty and we hit it off quick. We took to dating and enjoying each other'
s company. She liked to dance to country music and we found a local bar that
we went to often on my nights off. Things couldn't have been better for me
till that one night.


    About two months had passed since I was attacked and fucked by Rick and
Mike. I had tried to put it in the back of my mind and forget about it as best
I could. I figured the more you stir shit the worse it stinks, so I let it all
go. We were both drinking and dancing at this country bar, having a great
time. She needed to use the ladies room and we kissed quickly as she walked away.
I headed back to the bar to order a beer when someone walked up and bumped
into me. Beside me was a huge dude who had his back to me and I brushed it off
as nothing. Looking down the bar at the bartender trying to get his attention,
I was caught off guard when someone put their arm around my neck. Quickly
pulling me towards him the guy beside me spoke. "Cupcake, boy have I missed you"!
I know my mouth was hanging open when I heard that voice again and knew
exactly who it was. Once I put two and two together I pushed him hard away from me.
He fell backwards into the person behind him. I instantly got my game on and
had my fists up ready to kill the fucker. He came for me and I hit him hard
with a force I never knew I had in me. He fell backwards to the floor and I
started kicking his sides as women screamed and the area cleared. The loud music
stopped playing and beer bottles could be heard breaking as tables were knocked
over. I sat on his chest and was punching him when the bar's bouncer pulled
me off. He knew I was a cop and had me locked in his arms as he talked to me.
He walked me towards the back room the whole time telling me, "You didn't want
the cop's called do you man"? I was like a raging bull but his words cut
through all the anger. I knew he was right and I fought off the rage within me.
My girl came out of nowhere and wanted to know what happened. I looked around
the room to see if I could see him again, but he was nowhere to be seen. She
rubbed my face and asked if I was all right. I assured her I was fine and that
the guy was a low life scum who needed his clock cleaned. The music started
again and everything went back to normal.



      She wanted to dance some more and I figured he was gone now. I felt
really great, super charged in fact! My male hormones were pumping and I felt
like a stud! We drank a beer, danced and had a good time with Rick nowhere in
sight. Towards the end of the night I needed to piss so I headed off to the men's
room. I passed one dude on the way out of the restroom as I made my way in.
The room was small with one urinal and a toilet. Only two guys could really be
in there at one time. I opened my pants and pissed with one arm against the
wall. I didn't pay any attention when the bathroom door opened and a guy made
his way in. I was too into getting rid of the beer  I had in me. Behind me Rick
spoke, "Caught me off guard, I'll give you that Fucker"! I quickly wiped
around still pissing holding my arms up ready to go another round with this guy if
necessary. "Fuck you Rick" I yelled at him standing my ground! He was
leaning back against the wall and held his hands up slightly. "Listen I don't want
any more trouble, I understand your pissed off at me, but I though the time
passed would have softened you up," he spoke. "My mistake," he went on. "Now
just put your fists down and finish your piss, I just want to talk with you for
a bit and I'll be on my way." He seemed sincere somehow and I took him at
his word as I dropped my fists and turned back to the urinal to finish. Shaking
off and putting my cock away I turned back to face him. "Can we talk now, man
to man without any fighting," he asked me? I was kind of interested in what he
might have to say so I answered yes to him. He wanted me to step out the back
door and talk somewhere a little more private as another guy walked in the
bathroom. As he walked out I hesitated at first, but moved through the door and
turned right towards the back exit door.


Once we were outside the night air felt cooler then the stuffy, smoky, stale
air we just left. He moved a little further down the side of the building
lighting a cigarette as he turned and stopped. In my mind if he were going to
start fighting again he wouldn't have lit a cigarette so I relaxed a little. I
moved a little closer to him to hear what he had to say as he began to speak. "
First off I want to say I'm sorry I took part in what Mike wanted to do to you."
 "But I did enjoy fucking you." He smiled at me and looked me up and down. "
I know you enjoyed me you too," he spoke as he groped his crotch. I folded my
arms as I listened to what he had to say. "Was thinking maybe you would like a
another roll in the hey with me." "Seeing how we put all the bad stuff
behind us," he said as he rubbed his jaw back and forth. I didn't really know how
to respond to him or what I wanted to say so I kept quiet. I think my being
quiet through him off some. "What you say man, want to ride on my cock again"?
He moved closer to me whispering he wasn't going to hurt me, relax. We were
totally alone out back and the only thing you could hear was the muffled loud
music coming from inside. He stepped right up against the front of me and
reached out his hand and started groping my crotch. I allowed him to and the feeling
was overwhelming having a man touch me again. I instantly went hard and he
smiled at me. "You been fucking that Philly in there," he asked? I spoke that I
had as he continued to play with my cock through my pants. "She's real
pretty, but we both know that's not what you need." "My trucks right over there,"
as he pointed to the truck I remember being in my driveway. "Come with me man
and I'll give you what you want."

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