Date: Tue, 27 Dec 2011 18:22:56 -0600
From: Devon Campbell <peterbilt1228@live.com>
Subject: Knowing I'm Gonna Get Fucked 13

This story is a collaboration by myself and another writer who contributed
greatly his talent and ideas.  If you liked the story---or if you
didn't---we would appreciate hearing from you at Peterbilt1228@live.com and
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		       Knowing I'm Gonna Get Fucked

			     Chapter Thirteen

Me and Kyle were in the cafeteria a few days later having lunch.  He was
telling me some story about this girl, Cindy, who also worked for the
school newspaper.  He was going over every detail of their last
conversation to convince me, and himself, that she was interested in him.
All I could do was shake my head and smile.  If she only knew how good he
was getting in the sack she'd really be interested, I thought.

"What's so funny?" he asked when he finally caught on at how amused I was.

 "Dude!  You're acting like a little girl.  If you're interested in Cindy
then ask her out.  You'll never know if you don't do something about it."
I smiled at him to take the sting out.

"Yeah, maybe you're right," he admitted with a bemused smile.  He knew I
was right but I could tell he wanted to talk about her some more.  Just in
the nick of time I was saved by a vibration from my cell, an incoming text
message.

I sneaked the phone out of my pocket since we weren't supposed to have them
turned on while on campus.  I was surprised to see it was a message from
the Sheriff.  I'd never have guessed the man knew how to send a text let
alone write one.  Well, it was just a simple one.  'You okay?' it said.  I
put the phone back in my pocket and stood up.

"I'm gonna hit the bathroom, Kyle.  I'll be back in a few."  He just nodded
as he stared off towards Cindy and her pack of nerdy girls at another
table.

I let myself into the johns and made sure they were empty for the moment.
All clear, I took my phone out and dialed Jack.  It only rang once.

"Hey, it's me," I told him.

"Hey, you.  I was starting to worry.  I haven't heard from you in a few
days."

"Yeah, sorry?  I've had a lot on my mind.  Are you busy right now?"  Just
hearing his voice made me realize how much I'd been missing him.

"Just going over some reports and budget stuff, eating lunch in my office.
It's been a slow day over here."

"Can I come see you?"

"Right now?" he asked.

"Yes.  I really wanna see you."

"What about the rest of your classes and baseball practice?"

"I'm a senior, no one will care if I skip one afternoon.  Besides, I'm
eighteen so I can sign myself out.  And Baldwin owes me, he won't say
anything if I miss a practice."

"I don't think it's a good idea, Kenny."  Ever the responsible sheriff.

"I'll see you in fifteen minutes, Jack.  Let me worry about my
responsibilities.  I really want to see you so I'm coming over."  I clicked
the phone off before he could try to talk me out of it.  I paused to send a
text to Justin and let him know I was gonna miss my second practice in one
week.  I hoped Coach Baldwin would get over it even while I headed to the
main office to sign out.

Just like I'd promised, I pulled up to the sheriff's station fifteen
minutes later.  When I came through the front doors Deputy Wentworth looked
up from his newspaper and grinned when he saw me.

"Hey, Kenny.  You visiting the cell in back?" he asked eagerly in a quiet
tone.  Wentworth liked to stand on the other side of the closed cell door
and watch me suck his cock through the bars.

"Not today.  I'm here to see Sheriff Walker."  I tried to make it sound
impersonal and hoped he didn't question it.

"Okay, well? let me know if you decide to stick around for some fun," he
said as he opened the counter to let me pass through.  He managed to get
one of his hands on my ass while closing the counter behind me but I
pretended to ignore it.  I was in a strange mood and part of me wanted to
slug the deputy when usually the move would've turned me on.

I faltered a little when I saw an older woman sitting at the normally empty
desk outside Jack's office.  "Um, hi, ma'am.  I'm here to see Sheriff
Walker," I said.

"It's okay, Rachel.  I'm expecting him.  Come on in, Kenny," Jack's voice
sounded from inside.

When I got through the door he was leaning back in his chair with his hands
resting behind his head.  Just like always he took my breath away for a
second.  His uniform shirt stretched tight over his broad chest and his
arms made the tight fabric of his sleeves look ready to burst.  The smile
on his handsome face made my heart skip.  Once he got a good look at me he
jumped out of his chair and rounded the desk in a few quick steps.

"What the hell happened to you?" he asked as he touched my face near my
right temple.  It took me a moment to think of what he meant.  I wanted to
kiss him, put my hands on him.  I wondered if I'd ever be able to walk into
a public place and kiss a man I liked, a man who liked me in return.

"Oh yeah, it's nothing."  He traced the outline of the bruise that stained
the outer edge of my eye socket.  "Just an accident that happened at the
gym the other day."

Jack reached for the door behind us and pulled it closed without taking his
eyes off me.  He led me over to one of the chairs facing his desk.

"Brady was showing me some stuff in the sparring ring.  I let myself get
distracted and forgot to keep my guard up."

"Damn Brady.  I'm gonna bust his ass when I see him."

"No, really, it wasn't his fault, Jack."  Behind the closed door I felt
comfortable enough to drop the Sir and Sheriff act.

"Still," he said and I could feel him looking at my shiner.  "I'm going to
have a talk with Brady when I see him."

I shrugged and let it go, figuring I could bring it up again later.  I
wanted Brady to take me back to his gym without worrying about what his
boss might say.

"It's good to see you," I said.

"Shit, it's been almost a week and we only talked that once.  I was
starting to think maybe I scared you away or something."  He wore a
self-deprecating smile and I felt a little guilty for making him worry like
that.

"It's not you, Jack.  Don't ever think that.  I've just had a lot going on?
I? came out to my parents," I said.  I was feeling a little worried about
how Jack would react to the news, that maybe he wouldn't like it.

"How'd it go?" he asked, genuinely curious.

I told him the whole thing, every detail of the past weekend.  He'd known
about my trip to Lake Wiley with my uncle so I started there.  I left out
the fact we'd had sex but he may have suspected.  Especially when I
described how intimately I'd talked to Jerome.  I relayed his parting
advice and what happened after.  I wanted to make him know how it had felt
with my mom and then my dad.  Finally I told him about my sister and how it
all led up to the call with him.

"So, that's when I called you.  I was serious then and I still mean it,
Jack.  I've just had more to think through, you know?  I needed some time
to work it out in my head."

He stared at me thoughtfully for a long moment and nodded, like he'd come
to some sort of decision.

"I'm really proud of you, Kenny.  Every time I think I'm getting to know
you?"  He sighed and rubbed a big hand through his short-cut hair.  "You're
becoming quite the man, right before my eyes.  It's a little scary," he
said and dropped his eyes away.

"What?  Why?"  I couldn't figure out why that would be a problem.

"You're going to outgrow me," he said, still without looking up.  "I'm just
a phase.  An older guy to show you the way," he said and waved his hand,
gesturing at the future.

I didn't know what to say to that and felt a tightening in the back of my
throat.  All I could think was to do something, get rid of his crazy fears.
Standing, I turned to the window.  The blinds were already down but I
grabbed the little stick and twisted them closed.  I did the same to the
window in the door and gently turned the lock.  When I turned around he was
watching me, his eyes wary.

As I came around his desk he swiveled in his chair to face me.  I dropped
into a squat and put my hands on his where they rested over his thighs.  We
locked eyes and I wouldn't be letting him look away again.  Of all the
adult conversations I'd been having that week this one felt like the most
important.

"I'm not your son, Jack.  And I'm not some dumb kid.  You said it yourself,
I'm a man; same as you.  And you're one fucking stud of a man.  No way will
I ever get tired of you.  I'm the man you've been fucking for almost two
months.  Do you think I don't know what I want?"  I could see his struggle
not to look away, his fear of letting me see what was plain in his eyes.  I
reached up and held his jaw, giving him an excuse to hold that intimate
stare.

"I'm sorry," he finally whispered.

"I? really like you, Jack.  That's not gonna change."  I don't think either
of us were ready for what I'd been about to say.  But I could see in his
eyes that he knew the truth and let it go for the moment.

"I like you, too, Kenny.  An awful lot."

There wasn't anything else to say and I rose up.  My hand left his jaw and
slid around to the back of his neck.  I leaned forward and he did the same,
meeting me halfway.  Our lips touched and then opened.  I kissed his top
then his bottom lips before using just the tip of my tongue to trace each.
Jack's breath sighed out and I drew back to look at him.

His eyes were closed and he looked? innocent, happy, dazed - a million
things I couldn't describe.  That I'd put that look on the rugged and
savagely handsome face made my dick throb into instant hardness.

"I'm giving up those other guys," I told him.  The idea had been
percolating in my head since the weekend.  Jerome's words echoing in my
ears, followed by my parents' unconditional love and their support had
empowered me.  Made me want to be more than someone's quick fuck.  Then
there was Jack and the way he showed me that sex could be about so much
more.  Even Brady and the way he accepted my desire had an effect.  When I
said the words I realized that I meant them.

Jack's eyes opened but the look he wore didn't fade away.  "All of them?"
He asked it without any judgment or doubt and that made my heart swell
more.

"No more gang-bangs in the showers," I promised.  "No more secret visits to
the back cell for your deputies.  I'm still going to be with Justin? and
Brady.  Maybe Luis and Kyle.  But only because they mean something to me."

"You don't have to do that for me, Kenny.  I don't own you and I don't want
to take away your freedom."

"No, it's not like that."  I heard a whisper of Jerome's words, "Never be
ashamed," and I knew he was right.  "Listen, Jack, there's?," I bit my lip
and thought of the right way to say what I was thinking.  "There's always
going to be a small part of me that wants to be? used.  By men, any man."
I had to pause again and get my bearings.  "But there's a time and place
for that.  In the future?  Who knows?"  I shrugged my shoulders and
continued, "But now I know that I want to mean something to whoever I'm
with.  That? that I'm worth more.  Do you understand?"

"You are worth more and you do mean something? to me you're something."  He
leaned forward again until our foreheads met.  His next words fanned over
my face, "Something so special."  And wasn't that better than hearing a
hundred fucking I-love-you's?  My throat felt hot and tight but I held his
head and met his lips fiercely.  There was no more holding back.

I found the buttons of his shirt and started working them open as we
kissed.  We had to part to breathe and when we did his hands found my
wrists to stop me.

"We shouldn't, not here."

"We're going to," I promised.

"No, we can't, Kenny."

I pulled my hands free of his grip and pulled my t-shirt off.  His eyes
widened as he took in my naked torso but his face took on a look of firm
resolve.

"Kenny, stop," he said in that commanding voice that always made me so hot.

"Didn't we just determine that I'm not your son, Jack?" I asked as I stood
and opened my jeans in a matter of seconds.  My cock, feeling harder than
it had ever been, bounced in front of his face before standing up against
my abs.  I stepped out of my jeans, boxers and my worn-out sneakers and
kicked them aside.  Only my ankle-high socks kept me from being completely
naked.

"Kenny," he warned.  I could hear the crack in his resolve from the way he
said it and the way his eyes stayed on my ultra-swollen red cock.

Before he could react I reached into the wide open collar of his uniform
shirt and found his nipple through the tight undershirt.  I gave it a light
pinch and felt it harden under my fingertips.  He sucked in a breath and
let it go on a soft moan.  Having the advantage, I grabbed him under his
arms and hauled him to his feet to take his mouth again.  He opened for my
tongue while I made quick work of the rest of his shirt buttons.

When I reached for the clasp of his belt--his duty belt was hung on a hat
rack behind us--he stopped me and wrenched himself away from me.  He bolted
around the corner of the desk and stared at me.  His skin was flushed and I
could see the pulse in his neck beating so fast.  He watched me watching
him like a cat watches a mouse.  Heat spread up into my face.  It wasn't
the blush of embarrassment but a flush of excitement.  The thrill of the
hunt.

Jack looked over at the door and I asked him, "Where are you gonna go,
Jack?"

He met my eyes and I saw the idea of running away skitter through his mind
before his back straightened and his eyes sent me a challenge.  Jack Walker
doesn't run, they told me.

I stalked forward till I was close enough that he had to feel the heat of
my nude body.  I should have felt different with him clothed and me naked
but I felt wild, free of everything.  Christ, so free. Hell, we were in the
sheriff's office, for chrissakes.

I reached for the button of his dark khaki uniform pants and he didn't even
try to stop me.  I turned him side-on to the desk and got behind him.  I
pushed the trousers and underwear down to mid-thigh so I could press my
so-fucking-hard dick against his hairy ass.  Pre-cum was practically
boiling out of the slit and left wet streaks over his cheeks before I found
the tight crack between.

"I'm gonna fuck you, Jack."  I made my pronouncement just before I bit into
his skin.  Right above the collar of his undershirt I sunk my teeth in and
sucked at his flesh, wanting to leave a mark.  He groaned from deep in his
chest and I released the bit of skin to lick over it.

With one hand on his hip and the other on his shoulder I bent him over the
paper-strewn desk.  He let me.  I spat twice into my right hand and held
the base of my cock in a tight grip with my left.  I was afraid I was going
to lose my load before I could get inside him.

I smeared the spit into his crack.  I found his hole and pushed two fingers
in.  He grunted and I could hear that it hurt him but he pushed back on the
fingers so I dug in deeper and found his lovenut.  I worked it just as
mercilessly as he or his son had ever done to me.  I knew I wouldn't be
able to hold back much longer and I really needed him to want it.

"All I got is spit," I told him.  I worked some up to put on my cock.

Jack groped over the side of the desk and found the drawer.  He yanked it
open and searched around until he came up with a black leather bag that
looked like a shaving kit but flat.  He pulled the zipper open all the way
around and the two sides fell open.  Distantly I recognized it was for
cleaning a gun.  Among the little metal rods and tools was a bottle that
looked like eye-drops but bigger.  He pulled it out of its place and passed
it back to me.

I popped the lid open one-handed and looked at it while working my fingers
in his hole.  Beneath the name it said something about Teflon lubricant and
that was all I needed to know.  I squeezed the bottle right over the head
of my cock and a tiny stream came out.  I pulled my fingers free of his
tight ass and stroked the stuff over my cock, amazed at how slick the
little bit was.  I thumbed the cap closed and threw it on the desk.

Jack's breathing stuttered when he felt my cock move into position, the
head barely kissing up to his asshole.  Despite how crazed I felt on the
inside I couldn't fucking hurt him.  I had to bite my lip to keep from
pushing in.

"Please, say something," I told him.  My voice was broken and cracked.

"Do it," he replied.  But I was already straining into him before he got
the last word out.

"I need to be inside you so bad," I told him by way of apology.  Then the
flared head popped inside him and I felt powerless to do anything but shove
the rest of the way in.  Jack released a whoosh of air as I filled him up.
I had to force myself to stay still, to give him some time to adjust.

"Fuck," he groaned, his voice gone so deep I almost couldn't hear; more
felt it in my chest.  His tight hole clenched and worked around my cock.
He managed to spread his legs a little wider in the confines of his lowered
pants.  The need to move built like a tidal wave.  "Move, already," he said
at the edge of my endurance.

I pulled back so slowly and then slammed forward, my hips working on the
directive of my cock.  I had to close my eyes as his body enveloped me.
Snorting through my nose like an animal I fell onto him and latched onto
his shoulders.

As I fucked him I knew words were falling out of my mouth directly from my
brain but I couldn't find it in me to care.  "So hot?  So slippery? and
smooth? inside.  Fuck, fuck - Jack.  God, Jack."  There wasn't any finesse
or control.  Certainly it showed less experience than the one and only time
I'd fucked him before, not long after the orgy and his nephew Michael.  If
I could have thought, I would've been embarrassed.

Everything inside me focused down to my cock.  There was the tight grip of
his muscles at the opening as they milked my shaft in and dragged along it
on the way out.  The palpitating soft-clench of his silky smooth guts each
time I rammed home.  The smell of our sex and his familiar scent from being
so close together made me pound him harder.

That kind of intensity can't last long.  I fell into a hard plunge that
kept my dick mostly inside him.  The pressure built quickly.  It couldn't
have been more than a few dozen of those deep strokes before I unloaded
into his guts.  It hit so hard that it was painful, like tiny pieces of
glass being forced through the long tube in my cock.  I muffled my sounds
against the shirt at his shoulder and fired over and over.  If he made a
sound I didn't hear it.

The seed washed out of me and it went from unbearably intense to
wonderfully intense and tapered off to holy-shit-that's-good.  When I could
open my eyes again I felt like a new man, and a shitty fucker.

"Sorry, Jack?  You okay?"

"Don't be sorry.  Who the fuck are you and where's Kenny?"  He chuckled
softly and let his head fall to the desk.  I reached under our bodies and
found his cock, hard and leaking.  I stroked my hand over it and his body
shuddered against mine.  It made his hole squeeze my embedded pole and I
discovered I was still very fucking hard too.

"Little Kenny's inside you," I said as I worked my cock out of his tight
hole.  "And Big Kenny's getting a second wind."  I rode my load of cum back
into him.  He was slicker and tight but not as tight as before.  Jack
gasped when I bottomed out but it sounded like nothing but good for him.
"Second round? I'll make you cum."

"Yeah, kid, make me cum," he gritted out.

I let myself up from his back and held his hips.  I was hard, amazingly
hard for just cumming, but more in control.  I held his hips and hammered
at an angle to catch his prostate.  Jack's hands moved to the sides of the
desk and held on with white-knuckled force.  Each thrust in I pulled back
on his hips, trying to get in deeper.  A whirring moan worked its way up
out of him.

I paused and took a long outstroke.  I watched his tight ring pull out over
my emerging manhood.  When I saw the rim of the head against the pinkish
hole I gave a steady shove that was slow but hard.  It earned me a breathy
"Fuck, Kenny!"  I gave him another, then another, steadily and deeply
long-dicking the hunky lawman.

"Aww, yeah.  Oh yeah?  You're killing me? turning me inside, umph, out.
Fuck me, Kenny.  Give it to me harder."  They were the sweetest words I'd
ever heard.

"Better keep it down, Jack.  The whole station's gonna know you're getting
royally fucked."

He released one side of the desk and pressed his mouth into his forearm
against the desktop.

Without missing a beat I gathered the loose material of his uniform shirt
in my hands over his back.  When I had all of it, the tails bunched in my
fist, I pulled back on it.  The tan cloth stretched tight over his
shoulders and under his arms.  I held it like a jockey holding the reins of
a stallion.  I used the extra leverage to give him what he wanted, I fucked
him harder.

My whole body moved with each hard plunge as sweat poured off me.  I felt
it the moment his tight hole gave up to me.  It fluttered and gripped but
not in rhythm, beyond the point of conscious control.  The idea of it made
my cock throb with each trip into his depths.

"Such a hot fucker, Jack.  I love fucking you? wanna fuck you forever.
Wanna feel you cum? cum for my cock."

"Christ, God yes," he spluttered.  His channel turned into one big grasping
fist and he was going off.  I felt it like an earthquake in his chute,
aftershocks from his body.  I rode him through it, making sure to hit that
sensitive spot inside him with deadly accuracy.  A strangled scream started
from his lungs.  I felt each pulse of his cock as it shot from the inside.
My own orgasm began within seconds of his, shocking because it was totally
unexpected.

It felt like a long time before either of us could move.  I found my feet
first and eased my rubbery dick out of his ass.  A flood of cum followed
it, running down the insides of both his hairy thighs.  I reached over him
and pulled a handful of tissues from the box on the corner of his desk.  I
did my best to mop him up.  He managed to grab another handful and pressed
it into his messy crack.

He was a little wobbly when he stood up and I grabbed his arms to steady
him.  He looked down at the pool of his cum on the papers over his desk.

"Shit, that's gonna be hard to explain," he croaked with dry laugh.

I pulled up his pants and helped him back to his chair.  He collapsed with
a sigh and leaned back as far as it would go.  I stepped back to the desk
and got more tissues to mop up his jizz.

"Don't sweat it, Kenny.  I can print more reports," he said to my back.

"I'm sorry, Jack, I don't know what got into me," I managed to get out.  I
was torn between one of the best and most intense experiences I'd ever had
and afraid I'd hurt him or overstepped some boundary.

"Jesus, you fucked me," he sighed.

I turned around to face him and he was still leaned back.  His eyes were
closed and a soft smile lit his face.

"Yeah," I started but he snorted a laugh.

"No, I mean you fucked me.  Damn, Kenny, you've been holding back."  His
eyes popped open and he grinned wider.  "Come here."

I took his outstretched hand and he pulled me in for a kiss.

"Good thing you already decided not to run for re-election," I told him
when we broke apart.  For the first time I saw the great Jack Walker
actually blush.

When I was leaving he asked me if I'd applied for a passport.  "You don't
need one for the US Virgin Islands," he said, "but you'll need one to
travel to the other islands, and to get back in the United States.

"I'll do it tomorrow," I said.