Date: Sun, 23 Dec 2012 12:39:40 -0800 (PST)
From: Wade Wright <wadewrightaz@yahoo.com>
Subject: Chapter 4 of "Officer Ted" attached. Gay/Male Authoritarian/Interracial
Officer Ted
By: Wade Wright
Chapter Four: Ted's Learning Years
"Oh yeah! After all of the playing around in the water that day,
which did include me getting my rod grabbed and tugged on, more than a few
times, I was headed home on my bike, and this guy by the name of Tom came
driving up beside me in his van. He was one of the guys that had pulled
and jerked on my dick in the swimming hole a couple of times. When he did,
he never let anyone see what he was doing. He'd be up real close to me,
like he was just talking to me, and then all of a sudden, I'd feel his hand
grab ahold of my dick, jerk on it a few times, smile at me, and just act
like he was just standing there and talking. He reached down under and
grabbed onto my balls a couple of times too. So anyway, on the road home,
he drove up beside me and told me that he wanted to take me the rest of the
way home, and that we could put my bike in his van. Well, I gotta be
honest man. I never lost my hard-on when he was grabbing onto it in the
water, and while he did have ahold of it, I smiled back at him, and I
really was wishing that he'd duck his head down under the water line and
put my dick in his mouth, so when he wanted to take me on home, I agreed.
I didn't know for sure if something was gonna happen or not, but I was
gonna take the chance to find out. And it did!"
"It did!? What happened? He did something?"
"Yeah, he did! First thing was when I put my bike in the van, he
told me to stay in the back of the van and take my shorts and trunks off.
So I did. Hey, like I said, I was not going to say `No' if he wanted to do
something, so I stayed there and took `em off. When he turned back around
to drive, I saw him adjust his mirror, so that he could keep an eye on me
while he drove. When I saw that, I made sure my hard-on was so he could
see it, whenever he looked in the mirror. We drove for about maybe three
or four miles, with me back there in the back with my major hard-on
sticking out, and bouncing up and down on every bump we hit, and I know he
was watching that in the mirror. Then he turned in, to some old building.
He got out, pulled a garage door open, drove the van in, closed the door
and then crawled up in the van with me. He asked, `You willing?' That was
all he said. Two words. `You willing!?' Willing for what? I did not
know what he was asking, but I gotta admit that if maybe he was talking
about doing some sex, then hell yes, I was `Willing!' I had never had sex
with a man before, and this guy was hot. I had seen his dick at the
swimming hole earlier that day, and hell yes, I was willing! He worked for
the electric utility company, and I think that was how he knew about this
building that we were in, and you could see that he climbed a lot of
utility poles. When we were in the water, and he was undressed too, I
looked at that body a lot. Hell, maybe that's why he grabbed onto my dick
and also why he took the chance to pick me up. He did ask me if I'd ever
had sex with a man before, and I told him, `I've never had sex with anyone.
Well, except for some guys grabbing it like you did in the pool today.'
But I don't think that's sex."
"Hey Ted, how old was this guy? Was he younger or older."
"Well back in those days, to me anybody over about thirty-five was
`old,' so then, yeah I thought he was old, but he really wasn't old. He
was about forty-five, and his working on the poles had paid off for him.
He was built! I was wishing that could watch him climbing up a pole. I
think just watching him pulling each leg up and then the next one, and then
the other one again, would be exciting to watch."
"He looked at me directly in the eyes and said, `Well you're going
to today, then, okay?' I reached down, and I grabbed ahold of my dick, not
really realizing what I was doing, and just said, 'Yeah, yeah, okay.'"
-----------
"Okay then, here's what we're gonna do. You grab that blanket over
there and go spread it out on the floor up in front of the van. I'm gonna
get all good and naked like you are, then I'm gonna come up there and take
that whole big black dick of yours down my throat and then I'm gonna flip
over and you are gonna run that damn thing up in my ass just as far as it
can go. Okay? You still willing?"
"Yeah, yeah. Oh Tom -- are you -- you're gonna swallow my dick?
You sure man, you sure?"
"Yeah Ted, yeah. I had a friend just like you many years ago, and
I swallowed that enormous dick of his every chance I got, and
unfortunately, he and his motorcycle did not make it back home one night.
I've been hearing about your dick for probably two years now, and not until
today did I know for sure it was like Chuck's used to be, and as soon as I
saw it, I knew damn well that I was finally gonna get to swallow a dick
again, one just like Chuck used to have, and I was finally gonna feel a
dick up in my ass that felt just like Chuck's did. When Rich told me about
the `skinny dipping' party that some of the guys were getting together for
you, I knew right then that I was gonna be there to see if maybe I had
finally found me another dick to use just like the one Chuck had."
"Tom, was he a lover or something? Did you guys live together?"
"No, no. No, I was married at the time. This was all like about
three years after I had gotten married, and Chuck's accident changed all of
that."
"Changed all of that? What do you mean?"
"I guess Chuck meant a whole lot more to me than just a big strong
thick black dick, cause when he died, I kinda did too. Because of him
dying in that accident, and the emotions that I had because of it, I had to
admit to my wife that I was bi-sexual, and that was the end of the
marriage. We had not had any kids yet, so that was a good thing. Never
got married again after that, and until today, had never found me a man
with a dick close enough to Chuck's, to be really excited about doing the
sucking and fucking thing. Oh yeah, I have done both over the years, but
just not with the enthusiasm as I had, with Chuck. So anyway Ted, you and
I are gonna do some sucking and some fucking, and if I happen to call you
Chuck while we're doing it, forget it. But if I happen to call you Connie,
then slug me! Okay?"
"Tom, you gotta remember that I have never had real sex with a guy
before -- just them grabbing on my dick and kinda playing with it -- so you
might have to tell me what to do, okay."
"Ted, I kinda think just sticking that phone pole in my mouth, and
then later sticking it up in my ass is gonna be pretty simple, and not
really gonna take too much instruction."
-----------
"And so yes, I got my first sucking and my first, `fucking some guy
in the ass,' that day," Ted stated with a broad smile across his face.
"Oh shit man, what a way to finally get some sex. Kinda a little
like I got a few days ago, but then come to think about it, not really.
Not as strong armed and controlling, as I `had to suffer' through, right?"
"Had to suffer through!? You didn't suffer through anything! Well
maybe up until you finally did understand that I was aiming for bringing
you home and not throwing you in the slammer, yeah maybe then you were
kinda suffering, but man, once I got you here and Steve and Pete and I got
started on you, you sure were not suffering any then. When a guy is
begging for it deeper, harder, and rougher, he sure is not suffering."
"So you and that Tom guy, you ever do it with him again?"
"Oh yeah, oh yeah! Yeah, we were pretty good playmates for about
two years. That was when Dad died, and Mom bought the restaurant here, and
so she and I and Mary Jane moved here."
"Mary Jane!? Who's Mary Jane? Never heard of her."
"Oh that's my sister. Sorry, guess I had not had any reason to
mention her. She's a couple of years older than me, and she got a degree
in Business, and after that she got married and they moved into LA, and now
she works at some kind of an apartment management company. So anyway,
sorry. You'll get to meet her when she comes home and brings all of her
kids. She's got three kids, and yes, I will admit, one hell of a hot
husband. And yes, he knows I think he is hot, cause I've told him so more
than once or twice. My being gay is not some big dark secret with my
family, and if the subject just happens to go the right way, I say what I
think, and I've told Mary Jane a number of times, she'd better keep him
away from me unless she wants a new brother-in-law instead of a husband."
"Seriously man, he's that hot? You'd do him if you got a chance?"
"Oh hell yes I would! He works in construction, and I swear every
time I see him, I think he's been working on his body more than
constructing buildings. I will tell you the only reason I don't do him
anymore is just because he is Mary Jane's husband, and I don't want her mad
at me."
"Wait here a minute! Don't do him anymore!? You've played with
him before?"
"Yeah, back in our younger days. Like I said, my being gay is no
secret around my family, and before he and Mary Jane were married, I mean
even before they got serious about each other, Shane and I knew each other
at the city pool, and one day I just plain reached out and grabbed his
crotch while we were both in the dressing room. Kinda shocked the hell out
of him when I did that, but he didn't get mad or anything, and so I pulled
his swim trunks off of him, and had to pull ém down kind of rough, to
get ém down past his long, thick, big trunk he was carrying around, and
since it was only me and him in there, I took a good quick sucking for
about two minutes. Hey, he was a big strong guy, proud of who he was,
ready to show himself off to anybody that wanted to see him or `ít,' and
so when some guy like me went for it, he didn't care. We did that at the
pool probably eight or ten times, and then when he and Mary Jane got
serious, we decided that maybe we had better not be doing that anymore, for
fear that someone might see it, or one of us might let something slip, and
then our little secret would be out. Shane's not gay, he's not even Bi, but
back in those days, he was cocky enough to let me or any other gay guy suck
on him, cause he knew that while they were down there sucking on his
juices, we were kind of worshiping and admiring him. He's a hunk, a real
hunk. I still look at him today and want to get down there on my knees and
worship that thing again, but when he and Mary Jane got serious, we had to
agree to stop our fooling around."
"Has he got a big dick like yours?"
"Oh hell yes! Yeah, it's as big, but unfortunately I've never
gotten any "recent" chances to really look at it, really up close, like I'd
like to. Just seen it a couple of times lately when we had to go take a
piss together, and he had it out to pee. So kind of like when we get to
see some guy's cock in a restroom. Just enough to want to grab it and
really see it again up close and tight. Hey, I think, he kind of teases me
once in a while, cause he'll look at me, then look down at his crotch, then
grab it like asking, `Want it?' And of course, every time he does
something like that, I let him know, `Hell yes.' But that stuff only goes
on if we are someplace, like in a restroom, when it's just him and me.
He'd never do that in front of someone else, well around here anyway. As
hot and as hung as he is, I truly do have to wonder if maybe -- just maybe
-- does he do that to other guys when he's back home."
"Hey, that Tom guy that you played with. What all did you guys do
before you moved here?"
"Everything, just plain everything. He was my true teacher, as far
as how to play with guys. Of course that first night he wanted me to stick
my cock down in his throat so he could remember his buddy Chuck, and suck
it off like he used to do to Chuck, and then of course he wanted it stuck
up in his ass so that once again he could kind of make believe that Chuck
was up there and was the one pushing a cock up into him. And let me tell
you, I had never felt anything so good as having my cock up in his ass.
Course, gotta remember, that was the very first time that I had ever fucked
some guy's ass, so of course, when we started, I really did not know what
to expect, nor know how it was gonna feel. Oh man, once I got it in there
and he told me to, `Push, push hard,' that is when I found out what a man's
ass really feels like."
"So that was before you and Shane did your stuff then, right?"
"Oh yeah. It was all because of what Tom and I did together, and
what he taught me, that gave me the guts to do," to Shane, what I did that
first time. He and I had known each other for a couple of years before
that `magical' day in the dressing room, and I think that is why Shane was
so shocked when I just walked up to him, reached down, and grabbed it."
"Hey, when you did that to Shane, that first day, what happened?
What did he do?"
"Oh like I said, even back then, he was a pure stud, and when I
grabbed his dick, he smiled. He liked to be looked at and admired, and I'm
sure that to have some guy, even a guy he knew and that knew him, and to
have that guy just reach out and grab his crotch, was probably the highest
of complements he could get. He just looked at me, smiled real big, then
turned and looked around to see if anybody else was there, then looked back
at me again, and just kind of silently, gave me the OK to pull his trunks
down. I don't know if right then he knew I was gonna suck on him or not,
but I found out later that he was kind of praying that I would. He liked
to be admired, and I found out getting sucked on, was his `top' of being
admired. He just stood there and kind of kept an eye out for anybody that
might be coming in, but thankfully nobody came in. I got nervous of doing
it right there, kind of in public, so I didn't suck on him long enough for
him to shoot off, so the next time we hid ourselves, cause he told me he
wanted to shoot off in my mouth. He was the first one to shoot his cum in
my mouth, other than Tom. I don't know why, but Shane's tasted better. I
never turned Tom down, but for some reason, I liked Shane's better. A lot
of white guys go after us black guys, and maybe that is the reason. Maybe
we do taste better. Gary, you get yourself some more experience, and then
you tell me, ok?"
"Yeah, okay! So, like how long did you and Tom play that first
time?"
"Oh we probably played for more than an hour or maybe an hour and a
half. I was learning stuff, and he wasn't wanting to stop too early
either. So we did that the first night, then he had me over to his place
the next night, and at least once a week the whole time before we lost Dad,
and Mom bought the restaurant and we moved. Dad knew Tom was gay, one of
those things a man learns as a police officer in a town, and he knew that I
was spending quite a bit of time over at Tom's place, so one day he asked
me if Tom was fun, and was he the kind of a guy that I wanted to grow up
like. I told him, `Yeah, he's a good guy, and yeah, I think I'd like to be
like him when I get older, but I wanna be a patrolman or city police
officer, not a utility man.' He looked at me, patted me on the shoulder
and said, `Good son -- good. Tom is a good guy, and I know that if you
grow up like him, you will be a good guy too, and I'm real glad that you
want to be a man of the law. Keep up that goal, and I know someday you
will be an officer. I already know that you want to be a good man, and
that you like to help other people out whenever you can. Keep it up!' "
"So I guess he really did know that you were gay, and that you and
Tom were playing around, right?"
"Yes, he had to know. He never just came right out and told me
that he knew that I was, but he often reminded me to be careful of who I
hang out with and always watch out for the wrong kind of people."
"So after that swimming party day, did you ever play around with
any of the guys that used to play with your dick when you guys were
younger? Did any of `em ever really play with you then?"
"Yeah, a couple of `em did. One time I was kind of hanging out
with Jack over at his house. His parents were out of town somewhere, and
he managed to bring the subject up and ask me if he could see it again,
since he figured it had stopped growing by that time, and so yeah, we went
inside, and he took my pants down and got it out. I told him to get it
hard like he used to do, and so he jerked it a couple of times, and of
course it went hard immediately. It felt so good when he stroked it. He
did it like he had had a lot of experience doing somebody. He did it so
nice and gentle and firm and tight grabbing onto it. Then he asked me if I
had trouble fucking the girls with it, and that's when I got real honest
with him and told him that I had no interest in girls, and that Tom and I
were using each other. He knew Tom, but not enough to know that he was a
gay guy. So anyway, then Jack asked me if it would be okay for him to just
kind of lick the side of it, and I told him to go ahead. He licked it for
a few minutes, and then I saw him take a real big deep breath, and he put
the tip of it in his mouth. He just kind of sucked on it a little, didn't
really try to take it down into his throat any, and then he pulled off. He
looked up at me and said, `Gotta be honest man, gotta be honest. I've
wondered for a long time now what it would be like to put my mouth on that,
and I decided that if I was ever gonna find out, I had to do it now. I
guess if you and Tom are playing around with each other, then my tasting
that, was okay with you, right?' "
"I looked down at him and said, `Hell yes man, hell yes! I'm glad
you did that, and if you ever want to do it again, all you gotta do is let
me know. What you and I do together is just between you and me.' Then I
told him, `Hey Jack, if you've been wondering just what that would be like,
then I just know that you've been wondering just what it would be like to
have me get down there and suck on yours, right?' He took another big deep
breath and looking up at me, he softly said, `Yeah, but -----` I looked at
him, and just said, `But, there's no but about it. I know you want to feel
it, and now is the time to do it, and if we never do it again, so be it,
but today we do. Stand up here man, and give me your rod. If you never do
it again, at least you will know what it feels like, and then also you can
decide if you do want to do it again or not. Understand?' Real silently
he stood up, I undid his pants and pulled `em down, and he did have a
hard-on. I put it in my mouth and sucked it off. When he came, I honestly
thought he was gonna go through the roof. It felt good, and he admitted
that, that was a feeling like he had never had before."
"Did he and you ever do it again? Did you ever suck on him again,
or him on you?"
"Yeah, we did once or twice, but not very often because right
before we moved, he got married. The last time we did it, he admitted to
me that he had realized that he was a true bi-sexual. He was getting
married, but he just knew that as the times went on, he was gonna need to
be getting some action with guys, but it was shortly after that, that we
moved, so no, he and I never did it again after that. I have no idea about
what ever happened to him, I lost track of him, so I have no idea of how
everything worked out for him."
"Did you and any of the other guys ever do anything?"
"When you say, `Any of the other guys,' do you mean just the guys
my age or maybe are you talking about some of their daddies?"
"Well, maybe both. Yeah, guys like about your age, and their
fathers too. You did play with some of the fathers too, I guess?"
"Yeah, yeah sure did. I think I'm a lot like Shane. I like to
show it off whenever possible, and back then, it was a real biggie for me
to have some of the fathers wanting to see it, and maybe touch it, or do
something with it. I kinda think that some of `em that usually never
played with a guy, they finally decided to just see what playing with a guy
was like, once they either got a chance to see my dick at the swimming
party, or maybe heard from some of the other dads, what I was hanging.
Gotta remember I only lived in that town for about two years after they all
got a chance to really find out if what their sons were saying was true or
not, so I kinda think that if I'd been there a little longer, maybe I would
have had a chance with more of them than I did. But, I can't complain.
Had some good times before we lost Dad, and Mom and us kids moved here."
"Like what? Tell me, tell me!"
"Well, I kinda think maybe the best time I had with any of the
daddies was the time two of `em ask if I could help `em move some
furniture. One was Wess, my buddy Shane's daddy, and the other one was his
neighbor, Dan. Dan didn't have any kids, and Wess was a real good friend of
his. Anyway, one day Dan needed some heavy bookcases moved from his Mom's
place, about maybe thirty or forty miles up the highway, down to his house.
And I gotta be honest, I'm not so sure Dan and Mr. Morris -- Shane's dad --
really needed me to help. Fact is, I know for damn sure they really
didn't."
"Why? What happened that makes you think they really didn't need
your help?"
"Cause once we got there, I was really more of `in the way,' than
help. I gotta be honest with you and tell you that I now know, they both
just wanted to get me off someplace, nice and private, so they could see
what I was hanging. Once we got in the truck that we were using, the talk
kinda changed from moving bookcases to a little more about me. And once it
was about me, then it really became all about what I was hanging down
there. They didn't need my help -- what they needed, was my dick. And
what Dan really wanted was to get to my dick, and my ass, and my balls, and
my tits, and I think maybe even get my tongue up in his ass. I was the
young hung black guy, and I kinda think I was the `cream of the crop,' for
the guys out there on the loose, trying to pick up the `cream of the crop'
to play with, or get played with by the `cream of the crop.' Hey, my dick
was something a little on the different side for all of those guys, and I
think all of those guys were a little more anxious to do some man-to-man
playing around, than they wanted to admit. I think maybe they had wanted
to do the `guy with guy' thing for a long time, and now there was this
`different' thing that was maybe available, and they decided that the
reason, and the time, had come, to finally do something. I know damn well
that by that time in their marriages and their lives, they weren't getting
too much sex at home anyway, so hey, maybe, just maybe, this hung black kid
just might be the answer to their being horny problems. Hey, when all of
those guys were all curious about me, and what I had -- that was fun. They
wanted me and what I had, and I was gonna let them have it and let ém
see it. And if it took a road trip, `getting some bookcases,' to let a
couple of ém get to it, so be it! I was game. They had to do all of
the planning and getting everything set up, all I needed to do, was be
there and let ém at me."
----------------------------------
Comments and maybe some personal experiences that you have had, always
welcome. WadeWrightaz@yahoo.com
Thanks for reading!