Date: Thu, 07 Aug 2003 17:24:25 +0000
From: wadewright@att.net
Subject: Brad's Early Morning Walk Home  Chpt. 1    Authoritarian

Brad's Early Morning Walk Home
Chapter 1
By: Wade Wright


	At 10 minutes till 2 in the morning, Brad did not care for the
situation that he had now found himself in, and he definitely did not care
for the neighborhood that he was walking through.
	The city bus system shuts down at 1 AM each night, and enjoying the
evening at the Bum Rap gay bar, as he did, Brad had failed to leave in time
to catch a bus, so his only choice now was to walk home.
	Dressed in a pair of short cut off jeans, a ripped and torn
T-shirt, and sandals, Brad was not at all pleased with the aspect of having
to walk through this particular section of town, especially looking a
little too much like some available, gay hustler type of guy.
	As he walked, he maintained a strong awareness of his surroundings
and attempted to be aware of anybody or anything around him.  He knew this
section of town was not the 'friendly family' type of neighborhood.  Way
too many news articles out of this area, and he still had about five more
blocks to walk before he felt like his life and safety were not in so much
danger.
	As he kept a quick and steady pace, he realized that he could hear
an automobile behind him, and he was very aware, that automobile was not
moving any faster than he was walking.  Keeping his eyes forward, he did
not turn to look, knowing that if he did, that would be the beginning of
big, deep trouble for him, due to the type of hoodlums that control this
area.
	As Brad continued to walk, he continued to hear that car behind
himself.  He was very uncomfortable, and not exactly feeling very safe.  As
he approached a small, old and very unkempt city park, he heard the
automobile speed up as if to catch up to him.  He continued his steady pace
until he heard, from the external speaker on the car, "Put your hands in
the air, face the park and do not turn around".
	"Oh shit!"  Brad thought.  "Shit man, I don't know what in the hell
I did, but at least it is a cop and not some thugs!"
	Brad put his hands in the air, faced the park and heard the patrol
car door open, and he could then hear the police radio from inside of the
cruiser.  Then he heard two car doors close.  Two officers!  He did not
realize that two officers were there.
	Brad heard instructions.  "Keep your hands in the air, and walk
into the park.  Go over there, toward that little grassy area!"
	Having no idea at all as to just what was happening, but feeling
better about the fact that these were city policemen, and not gun-toting
thugs, Brad did as he was instructed.  He simply knew that if that car had
turned out to be some "bad ass rough guys" that his whole existence would
have been in shear danger, and if he did manage to live though the rest of
the night, he would probably be ripped and torn from getting fucked and
mouth cock rammed, as roughly as they could do him.  He simply knew that
those types of actions do happen, in this section of town, once in awhile.
Troubled, and confused, --at least Brad knew he was safe from danger.
Officers and, thank God, not rough thugs that could, and probably would,
rip his whole body apart, all the way from his ass hole to his mouth, just
having their fun with it.  He knew that to some of the guys around these
parts, the safety of a guy was not so important; what was more important
was how much fun could they have with another person's body.
	Brad was given additional instructions as he approached the more
grassy area.  "Keep you hands up and grab ahold of that tree branch.  Do
not turn around, nor look around.  Do not look at us!"
	"Wow!"  Brad thought.  "How weird!"  But having never been arrested
before, or whatever this was that was happening, he was going to follow
orders, to the order.
	Brad grabbed the branch that he was instructed to get ahold of, and
as he did, he felt one of the officers reach around him, and unbutton his
cut-offs.  "What in the world?"  Brad questioned to himself.  "What is
going on?  What is he doing?  Why is he unbuttoning my shorts?"
	The officer then pulled Brad's cut-offs and his jock strap down,
and told him to lay down on the grass and keep his face hidden on the
ground.
	As Brad did what he was instructed, he heard the sound of the
officers sturdy leather belt and it's buckle, plus the sound of his uniform
zipper being pulled down.  Almost immediately, and without any type of
announcement, Brad was getting his ass fucked to its fullest extent, by,
what must have been a very, very large cock firmly sticking out from in
front of his now, apparent, "officer fucker buddy".
	Suddenly without any type of warning, the officer flopped himself
down on Brad's back and without hesitation or apparently even needing to
aim it, he rammed his human officer's shaft into the deepest of Brad's ass.
The officer did not have, or at least did not express, any concerns about
if Brad was used to getting big dicks rammed up in there.  Fit or not, that
dick was going in, and going in all the way!  It did!  No fanfare. No
grabbing the cheeks of the ass and pulling them apart.  No finger in the
hole first, stuff.  No checking the ass to see if it was slippery or not.
And definitely no asking the guy that owned the ass hole if he wanted it or
was ready for it.  Just one big push, and one small squeal from Brad, and
one rather long drawn out moan of complete pleasure from the fucking
officer, as he pushed his policeman cock into Brad's ass hole as far as he
could plant it, and then try for even more depth, after he had gone as far
as possible.
	As Brad accepted the shock of what was happening to him, definitely
all of a sudden, and without warning, (and by a person that he thought was
his protector, his protector that would protect him from anything similar
to this, of happening to him), he realized that he was having his head
pulled up high enough so that his mouth would fit nicely onto the eight or
nine inch, thick cock that was now being rather quickly placed into his
mouth.  The other officer, without saying anything at all, had dropped his
uniform pants, had knelt down in front of Brad's face, and was now fucking,
and completely filling, Brad's mouth.  The officer had ahold of Brad's
head, and was using Brad's head and mouth to jerk himself off with.  All
the officer said was, "Oh man, this is so much better than using my hand!"
	Brad was in complete shock of what was happening.  Shock and
pleasure!  Shock that all of this was happening without so much as a "Do
you want to get fucked" question, and pleasure knowing that he was getting
fucked, one on each end of his body, by two of the 'city's finest'.
	As the officer that was fucking his butt hole pumped, with all of
his might and strength, Brad knew that he was just about to get it from a
city policeman, and never in his life had he ever thought that "getting it
from a city employee" would ever be so exciting, so fulfilling and so warm
at the same time.  He knew that at any moment his ass was going to be used
as the hungry receptacle for the officer's cum shot, or shots.  As they
hit, Brad realized that using the plural was the correct.  Shot one hit,
then shot two hit, and it felt even stronger and more forceful than shot
one had, and then number three hit!  Brad wondered to himself just how long
it had been since this ass fucking officer, had shot off.  Brad's ass felt
like it had been completely filled to the brim, with police officer cum.
	Brad's mental thoughts were, "What a load!  What a feeling!  Oh
man!  I felt him shoot in me at least three times!  This is great!  What a
great very unexpected thing to have happen!  Shit man, I want to know who
these officers are.  I want to do this again, and again.  Damn man, they
are so damn hot!  Damn man!  They are using me just the way I love to be
used and I don't know if they know that or not, or if I just happened to be
one lucky stiff, tonight!  Damn, I wonder if they know something about me
or not.  I wonder if I'm just their latest toy on the street guy?  Man, I
have to find out some way who these two guys are.  Man, I like what they
are doing to me, and I like how they are doing it!"
	Just as Brad was celebrating the sweet success, and the great
feelings that were happening back in his tight little ass hole, he realized
that his head was being held very tightly and being pulled into the crotch
of his face fucking officer, and he heard the officer rather groan.  "OH
man!  Oh shit man!  I hope you can swallow cum while you get your mouth
rammed full!  Oh shit man, I'm cumming!  I'm cumming!"
	As he was saying, "I'm cumming, I'm cumming", the officer pulled
Brad's head closer and closer to his crotch, to the point where Brad could
only slightly breathe.  His entire face was buried in the crotch fuzz of
his, unknown, but hot, and very well hung, mouth fucking, police officer,
hunk.
	Brad did not really need to be told that the officer was cumming.
He was very well aware of that as he tried to swallow as quickly as he
could, and then clamp down on that stick for another load and swallow it as
quickly as he could, again.  "Shit, oh shit!" He thought to himself.  "At
least three shots in the ass, and now at least that many down my throat!
Shit man!  I have just been loaded with at least six cum shots from our
city's finest.  And regardless of how many other officers there are out
there, right now these two truly are the city's finest!  I know!  I am the
only one in town right now that really knows how damn fine, hot and
drained, these two men are!"
	As officer number one pulled his dripping, but still very strong
and stiff cock out of Brad's ass, officer number two did the same from
Brad's mouth, but not before wiping the extra, spill out, cum off of Brad's
face with the end of his cock.
	Office number one, told Brad, "OK man!  Get up, and keep looking
the other way, don't look at us, and get yourself all put back together so
you can get back onto your way home.
	Both officers stood behind Brad and rather repaired themselves into
the respectful appearance that the city officers are expected to
present. --- not the very recent, 'Officer with pants down, hard-on
sticking out, and cum dripping from the meaty head of his shaft'.
	As Brad pulled his jock strap and his cut-offs up and covered his
very, very happy ass, he heard, who he could only refer to as officer #1,
say, "OK get yourself all presentable, and head for the sidewalk.  Do not
look back at us!  We will be following you in the cruiser, far enough to
make sure you are out of this nasty, trashy, fucking part of town and to
make sure you are safe, before we go our own way.  Next Wednesday morning,
same time, same place!  Understand?  But have a little more grease left up
in your butt than you had tonight.  Next week you get his dick, and you are
going to need more grease up in there if you want to enjoy it, like I do.
Now walk!  And, do not look back!  Understand?"
	Brad very happily replied, "Yes Sir, I do understand.  Walk!  Do
not look back! One week from now!  One week from tonight!  Same place, but
more grease!  Yes Sir!  I do understand!"
	Brad turned, walked toward the street, and internally, and mentally
celebrated that, "Only one week to go!  Only one week!"