Date: Wed, 23 Nov 2011 07:34:46 -0500
From: Dawson Spear <dawson.spear@gmail.com>
Subject: The Cop Chapter 1

There will be several (10+) chapters to this posting over the next several
weeks.  It has been some time since my last posting and as always I
appreciate your comments and suggestions.


From Charles Green's point of view.


I sat in the rear of the Court Room waiting for my time before the Judge.
I had been on probation for 5 years after serving 14 months for causing the
death of someone as a result of my drunk driving.  I was 22 at the time,
had a wife and a child. We lost our house, I lost my wife and child and as
terrible as it was it turned my life around.  I am a drunk and yes I attend
meetings and will for the rest of my life.  I was a good kid growing up,
graduated from high school at 15, a full scholarship to college, and
received my diploma at 18 in business and in alcohol.  I was the star of my
home town and everyone was so proud of me.  The pressure was unbelievable
and I could not stand up to it, so I drank.  On top of being a convicted
felon I am also black.  I am 5 foot 10 inches, 160 pounds of pure muscle; I
took all of the marshal art classes so that I could defend myself as
growing up in South Georgia as an educable black man put me between the
uneducated blacks on one side and the ignorant whites on the other.  Few
people messed with me.  My name is Charles Green and I am 28.

At any rate I was blind drunk and hit and killed a man, orphaning his
children.  I went to prison and the second day a big white guy decided he
was going to punk my ass.  I am a good looking African and some say I am
hot.  I am very muscular, light skinned, thin nose and lips.  I am fairly
hairy for an African, with hair on my chest, arms and legs. At any rate he
wanted a piece of my black ass and mouth to fuck.  He arranged for the two
of us to be alone in the showers uninterrupted for 30 minutes.  I beat him
to a pulp, took my shower and wandered back to my cell in 15 minutes.  My
cellmate was a young white guy, blond, blue eyed with soft pretty skin.  He
came on to me but I refused him for about two weeks.  I had never had a
homosexual relationship and so I simply beat off.  Finally I let him suck
my cock; most black women won't suck a cock; and the few blow jobs I had
experienced weren't worth a damn.  This kid blew my socks off; my dick is
about 81/2 inches long fully hard with a large head; people who had seen my
dick said it looked like a mushroom due to the way the flanges stuck out to
the sides.  When fully erect and throbbing there is almost an inch from the
shaft to the edge of the head.  It is also thick but the same size from the
base to the head, about 6 inches of shaft and 21/2 more inches of cap.  The
first time he sucked me off swallowed my nut, and obviously liked the
taste, as he climaxed without touching himself; shit just from being
allowed to play on my skin flute he came.  Some of his cum ended up on my
hand and so I tasted it.  I didn't tell him but I liked the taste; it was
sweet, salty and had a nutty flavor.  For the next several weeks he kept me
satisfied 2 or 3 times as day swallowing all I could produce.

His technique in blowing me was incredible and spoiled me.  He would simply
unhinge his jaw and swallow me whole.  His teeth never scraped me and I
swear that his tongue was double jointed as he could get it into the slit
on the head of my cock.  He asked me not to skin back my foreskin when
taking a shower as he liked the cheese.  After the first week or so he was
working on my cock one evening when he asked me a favor.  He said, "Charles
would you do me a favor?"

"What?"

"Let me use your hand for a moment."

"You are not going to get me to play with your cock."

"That is not what I want to do.  Did you know that a guy has a pussy?  What
I want is to put your fingers in my pussy?"

When he was talking he wasn't pleasuring me and not wanting to carry on a
conversation I let him take hold of my hand.  He took it and using the
middle finger he inserted it into his ass.  It was warm, soft and well
lubricated.  Frankly it felt better than a pussy and when I withdrew my
finger and sniffed it, the smell was a whole lot better too.  I discovered
later that he had douched himself before starting.  I quickly put it back
and played with him; following his lead I found his bump which I then
played with allowing him to get off as well.  He finished the blow job and
said. "Since you liked my first idea, and you like for me to suck you off
first thing in the morning how about letting me sleep with you in your bunk
tonight?"

"No way.  The damn thing is hardly big enough for one much less two."

"Please.  If you aren't happy I will move during the night and I won't ask
again."

It seemed like little enough to make him happy and I was used to sleeping
with my wife tangled up with me, so I relented and let him in my bunk.  I
have always slept in the nude and saw no reason to change now.  He climbed
into my bunk and slid all the way over to the wall lying on his side.  I
climbed in and we went to sleep.  I woke up sometime shortly before dawn
and thought I was dreaming. When I first wake up I like to get my nut off
and it was always caused a disagreement for my wife to let me have some.
It seemed to me that I had my arms around my wife, my cock deep in her
pussy, and it felt beyond belief.  I first realized that it was not my wife
and not a pussy because she was so flat chested and when my hand went down
to scratch her pussy (I was fucking from the back) I felt his dick and
nuts; plus it felt better cock than a pussy, and finally my partner was
moving with me, not just lying there.

I opened my eyes to find my front up against his back and he had my cock
inside him working his muscles.  Without any question it was the best fuck
of my life.  I was sold and frankly enjoyed my sex life while in prison.

 I fucked him more regularly than my wife ever put out, and bluntly it was
better; he sucked, his muscles kept me tighter and I did not have to put up
with the shit that comes with a woman.

There was another consideration that I was not experienced enough to
recognize – I liked the power trip of making a male submit to me; there
is something that is more than simply sexual; a trip or elation that comes
from dominating another male and making him submit to you. When I say
submit it means when given the order it is accepted and carried out without
hesitation regardless of how disgusting, demeaning or humiliating.  No
person would carry out the instruction if thought about, but because the
sub is told to do so by his dominating partner he does so.  Once the sub
has carried out the instruction the dom partner immediately loves and
positively reinforces the sub for his performance. It is hard to explain
but a part of it is physical so that there is some force there; but, most
of it is psychological.  There is definitely a balancing act of
humiliation, physical control, embarrassment and sexual fulfillment.
Because this trip is based partly in sexual gratification, torture, and
deprivation homosexuality is also involved.  Before going to prison I had
never had a gay relationship of any kind and never thought about it.  Had I
not gone to prison I have no idea how my life might have turned out, but I
did and as a result I was confronted with both homosexual activity and
physical domination and I have never looked back.

When I got out I was sure I would go back to pussy and I did for one time.
I compared the two with the accompanying baggage and decided that a lot had
changed in my life so I sat down and had a conversation with myself, coming
to the conclusion that I was going to stay gay domination.  Then I had to
decide if I was going to play the field and came to the conclusion that I
was going to limit myself to white boys; I liked the smell and also the
taste of their cum better than Hispanic or African.  When my honey was in
solitary for some infraction I tried both black and brown coming to the
conclusion that the taste of their cum was radically different; I also
admitted that I liked the taste of a man's ejaculate; a woman's had a
strong smell and flavor which turned me off, whereas a white man's was
sweet with a hint of salt.  Some button had been pressed in my makeup while
in prison that caused resentment inside of me toward white policeman caused
I think by the prison guards; what I really wanted was to fuck, humiliate,
control and abuse blond, blue eyed law enforcement men and if I had my
complete choice they would be hairy as well.

The Clerk of Court called out "Charles Green" and I walked to the front of
the Court Room.  The State's Attorney said that the State of Georgia wanted
to terminate my probation early as I had always reported on time, had been
attending my meetings, paid my fees and conducted myself as a productive
member of society.  The Judge agreed so I was now a free, educated,
divorced black felon who was looking for a sub to dominate.  I had not
found any white blond cops that wanted to fuck.  As I turned around to
leave my eyes fell on a State Trooper there who had the investigation file
from my accident that fit my needs.  He was obviously unsure of himself and
could not hold my gaze.  I smiled at him and he looked away.  I later
discovered that his name was Chris Parry.

Several weeks went by and one night when I was coming home from a trip to
Macon I was stopped on I-16 traveling south.  In spite of my conviction I
was in demand to fulfill quotas of qualified black males, on top of which I
was smart, did a good job and was willing to work on commission. Most of
the time I worked from home doing research.  As a result I was making
better than $7,000 a month.  I could not figure out why I had been pulled
over because I had set my cruise on the speed limit.  I pulled over and
made available my driver's license, registration and insurance card as the
officer walked up.  When he got to my window I looked up and realized that
it was the young officer from the court room when my probation was
terminated.  I said "Good evening officer, may I help you?'

He asked for the 3 pieces of information which I supplied and he said "Do
you remember me and do you know why I pulled you over?"

"Yes I remember you from the court room and no I don't know why you pulled
me over."

"Well you have a burned out tail light."

"I do?  That is strange because when I stopped for gas I remember seeing
them work."

He walked to the back of my car and using his flashlight broke the back
left tail light; I could hear the hit and the plastic as it hit the ground.
I came out of my car and said, "What the hell?"

"Boy get your black ass back in that car."

He made the mistake of getting up in my face and I quickly got him so that
my arm was across his throat.  He tried to move so that he was in the V of
my arm to enable him to get air; I put a quick stop to that and putting
pressure on the appropriate nerve put him to sleep, then walked him to the
far side of his car.  I took his gun belt off and turned his radio off and
handcuffed him.  I returned to my car put up the hood and locked it.  I put
him in the back seat of his car got in and drove off, exiting the
interstate at the next exit.  I drove down the two lane state road a
distance until I found a secluded spot and took my cop out of the car
stripping him naked in the process.  I also checked his wallet for his home
address; from his car seat I got his schedule for the next month, his cell
phone number and his home address.  Using his yellow slicker as a base I
made a place for us to lie down and put my arms around him with his hands
cuffed in front.  I was playing with his tits and biting on his shoulders.
He was a good looking little fucker.  He was about my height but weighted
only 120 pounds and was hairy.  I don't think I have ever seen a blond that
was hairy like him.  His body hair was fuzzy and blond rather than curly
and dark.  As I took inventory of his body he was tight, with a scrotum
that hung down containing two of the biggest nuts I have ever seen or felt;
much bigger than mine.  His problem was that when God made him he used all
of his efforts on his nuts caused the boy lacked any cock to speak of.  The
damn thing soft might have been an inch and one half and hard two and one
half, with a small head, but damn if the boy didn't have the nuts of a
bull; in fact one of his nuts was longer than his cock.  He had a very
hairy bush and when soft his cock was totally nestled in the bush, but when
hard the head stuck out.

I rolled him on his stomach, put my knees between his and spread him open
and started to eat his ass out getting ready to fuck him.