Date: Tue, 27 Dec 2011 18:22:56 -0600
From: Devon Campbell <peterbilt1228@live.com>
Subject: Knowing I'm Gonna Get Fucked 3

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 Three

The Sheriff walked me into the dark kitchen and my mind went into a total
panic as it kept whirring in my head that he'd been watching. I figured he
was going to arrest me, call a deputy to take me to jail. He'd tell my
parents, maybe the coach, and everyone in town would know why I was
arrested. I was so busy imagining the worst that I barely registered the
fact that he steered me down the hall past the stairs that would lead up to
Justin's room, past the living room and dining room. Even when we passed
into the master bedroom all I could think of was his steely grip on the
back of my naked arm. We went around the huge king-size bed in the dim
light, through the open arch of the master bath.

It wasn't until I felt the cold tile on my bare feet and he turned on the
lights that I kind of snapped out of it. He let go of me and walked over to
the glass-encased shower stall. He turned on the water and took a second to
adjust the temperature. Coming back to me, he tugged the towels out of my
hands and gave a gentle push towards the shower. Only then did I really
believe I might be okay, but I waited for the other shoe to drop as I
stepped into the warm water.

I raised my face to the stream of water and let it rinse the taste of cum
from my mouth and I could feel the cum draining out of my ass, running down
the inside of my thighs.  I hoped he hadn't smelled it.  I hoped he didn't
discover the cum on the towels.  As I closed my eyes and just soaked up the
warmth an image of Justin's dad flashed through my mind. The summer between
fourth and fifth grade he'd tried to help coach our little league team but
it had been hard for him to find the time because he was only a deputy at
the time, not the head guy. I'd been out in center field sort of day
dreaming, the kids on the other team never hit past the in-field and I was
really bored.

I'd happened to notice Justin's dad standing by our dugout. He was wearing
a really soft-looking grey t-shirt that was pretty tight on him. Tight
enough that I could clearly see the mounds of his pecs under the fabric,
the sleeves stretched taught around his biceps. As I watched I noticed his
nipples were hard and I could see their outline. It was the first time I
ever got a hard-on from looking at someone I knew, cramping my dick up
inside my cup.

For a long time after that when I jerked off I thought of Mr. Walker and
that faded out shirt, how it looked so soft, but you just knew he was hard
as rock underneath it. I had since moved on to stroking off to boys my own
age but now it all came back to me, half-forgotten but still with the power
to make me hard, as I stood in his shower with my forehead against the
tiled wall.  I had no doubt that he'd seen something but I wasn't sure what
and I started praying that he hadn't seen anything at all, and that he
wouldn't notice the towel soaked with cum, and that my cock would stop
stretching out.

I heard the click of the shower door closing and spun around to find the
man himself, in the flesh, in the shower with me.  And what flesh it was.
In a split second I took him in. Younger than my parents, he was still a
stud. His body was powerfully muscled with a thick, meaty looking chest. No
gut like my own dad, but a flat belly with the hint of abs beneath the fur
that covered the front of his torso. I caught a glimpse of a thick tube of
flesh hanging from the dark curls at his middle, the massive balls hanging
behind it in their hairy sac. I focused on one coppery nipple as it
hardened through the dark strands of hair around it and I remembered how it
had looked poking against that thin, soft, grey T-shirt.

"You seemed a little wobbly, thought I'd better come in and steady you," he
said, breaking me out of my trance. I looked up into his eyes, just like
Justin's. There was no doubt he was a handsome guy with a square jaw, the
thick shadow of his beard making him seem sexier. "Thought maybe you could
use a hand," he went on even as he turned me back into the water with a
hand on my shoulder. By that point my dick was pointing up towards the air,
almost against my belly and he had to've seen it.

His arms came around me, one hand with a bar of soap. Then he was washing
me and supporting me at the same time. I leaned back into him
instinctively, letting my back come into contact with the coarse hair on
his body then the heat of his hard-muscled frame. I felt the hardness of
his cock, getting harder, lifting between my thighs.

He rubbed the soap slowly over my chest and belly, the water rinsing it
away. His other hand traced the outlines of my stomach muscles, running
through the little bit of hair that grew under my navel. He washed my
armpits and that felt sexy as hell.  I groaned as he went lower and soaped
my cock, stroking it softly. Oh Godd, please don't let me cum! His cock now
pressed against the back of my balls--I was making room for him with my
legs set apart--until he shifted his hips and pulled it back to lay it in
the valley of my ass. He groaned into my ear and his stubble scratched
against my neck.

He pulled back and his hands came around, up to my shoulders, soaping and
rubbing my tense muscles. They slid down the curve of my back, landing at
the small of my back where one of his big hands stilled. His cock withdrew
and his hands skimmed lower, still soapy, over the slopes of my ass cheeks,
but the bar was gone. His hands moved into the center and he outlined the
crease between my butt muscles. I couldn't help leaning back more until my
shoulder blades touched his chest and his chin rested on my shoulder.  My
head was spinning.  He was going to fuck me!!  Justin's Dad was going to
fuck my ass!!!

He slipped two fingers into me, embarrassingly easy. I clenched around
them, or tried; it didn't feel like I clenched very tightly.

"Christ, son, did they all fuck you?" he asked. His fingers scissored
inside me, making me gasp.

I felt myself grow warm with embarrassment.  He had seen what was going on.

"Yeah," I wheezed. "I?.d-don't know how many." My voice was scratchy, my
throat sore from all the fucking. "Sheriff??"

"Sshhh." He removed his fingers and put his hands on my hips to turn me. "I
wasn't sure it was you, but I saw most of what was going on," he said.
"The big black boy?.couldn't see him too well."

"Damon," I said.

"Yeah, bet he's hung like a stallion."

"Eleven inches, he said."

"Geezuss!!  He fuck you too?"

"Yes."

Fuck, I realized I had just admitted something I didn't have to own up to.
But then I wondered why he assumed it was me the guys were fucking.  What
had Justin perhaps told him about me?  I met his eyes as the warm water
sluiced down my back, over my ass. His hard cock met mine. Without looking
I found it with my shaky hand.

"Godd," I muttered and had to look down at the piece that was filling my
grip to believe it.  I inspected his prick with my eyes and my hand. "Like
Justin," I whispered. He groaned.

"My boy's hung big, too, huh?" he asked in a gravelly voice.

I looked up into his eyes and back down to his cock in my hand. "Yours is a
little bigger," I told him. And it was a little wider, maybe a half inch
longer; a serious piece.

"Justin fucked you?" he mumbled.

I couldn't tear my eyes away from his dick.  "Yes, sir, he?." I caught
myself, not sure I should've confirmed it, but it was too late, and he knew
anyway.  "He was the first?."  I thought about how I should've just stopped
with the yes.

"Copped your cherry, huh?" he asked, and I nodded. "How long has it been
going on?"

I finally looked up to his eyes, watched him chew on his bottom lip a
second before answering. I didn't know what all I should tell him but I was
afraid to lie for fear that he already knew the answers to what he was
asking.

"Since?.the last of football season," I admitted.

He didn't say anything but reached around me and shut off the water. I took
a moment to wonder if this was really happening. He opened the shower door
and held it for me to follow him. He took a towel off the hanger and
sketchily dried both of us. Taking my hand, he pulled me towards the
bedroom.

At the side of the bed he stopped and turned to me. He studied my face,
looking for something, but I couldn't tell what it was. The whole thing
felt surreal to me; this was Justin's Dad for chrissakes?..the Sheriff.
Then he cupped my jaw in his right hand and moved forward. I knew what was
coming but I couldn't believe it as he tilted his head and his lips met
mine. It was like an arc of electricity connected us then his lips pressed
to mine and opened, leaving me to follow suit. His tongue flicked along the
rim of my partly opened lips and I opened mine completely. His tongue found
mine and the sheer rightness ripped me out of my dream state. Already,
Damon was drifting into the past.

I put my hands on his body and felt the strength of his muscles. I pulled
him into me with a moan and I was kissing him back. I grabbed handfuls of
his solid ass and humped against him, needing more contact, more of
everything. I'd kissed more than a few girls and I'd just kissed Damon, but
this was so far beyond those experiences.  I couldn't quantify it. His hand
ran over my chest and caressed one of my nipples, sending sparks down to my
swollen cock. I would have cum on the spot but he held me away from him.

I was shaking with my desire and my fierce excitement. He studied me again
and I broke away from him, need making me terribly hungry for more from
him. I wanted him to fuck me. I wanted a man inside me. I didn't know if he
would but I wanted him to know I wanted him to.  I faced the bed and bent
over to rest my hands on the neatly made comforter. The light from the
bathroom showed it to be a dark navy blue. I thrust my ass out and back,
displaying myself wantonly for him, beyond caring what he might think of
it.  I just wanted him. "Fuck me, sir," I all but ordered him.

He growled like he was in pain and draped his body over mine. His cock
found my eager entrance but slid up to lay in the crack like a heavy
pipe. I groaned in protest.

"Jesus, please tell me you're eighteen," he said into the hair at the nape
of my neck.

"Just since? March," I mumbled as I tried to move my hips in a way that
would bring his cock back into position.

He didn't say anything but parted and left me there, all contact
withdrawn. I wanted to scream my frustration. I bucked my ass back,
searching for contact, and collided with his whiskered jaw. There was a
second of shock then his chin moved between my ass cheeks. I felt the soft
scratch on the tender flesh, the heat of his breath. I shivered all
over. He gripped each cheek in a hand and pulled them open. When his tongue
lapped over the full measure of my hole I whimpered like a puppy.

It was so shocking that I almost fainted, but it felt so good. His tongue
licked into me and the muscles of my hole went even more slack in
surrender. I knew I must still be a cummy and slick mess inside, some of it
was his own son's. He was licking and tonguing and even sucking at my
asshole. He was eating his own son's cum out of me. It seemed so wrong but
the thought made my dick somehow harder, aching. I'd just been fucked by
more than a dozen guys, some of them more than once. I should have been
sore and spent, but all I could think of was how desperate he was making me
for more.

I gritted my teeth to stave off my climax, managing a hoarse,
"Please?.s-sheriff??"

Justin's Dad stopped drilling his tongue into my ass and stood. His cock
was there now, right where I most wanted it. "No, I want you on your back,"
he said.

"Aww? please, Sheriff," I whined. I was fully prepared to beg. "P-please, I
need you to??."

"I want to see your face, Kenny. Turn over," he commanded and I did exactly
as he said. I turned and laid back, pulled myself further onto his bed. He
climbed on, following in my wake. His massive cock throbbing between his
hairy thighs made me shudder.

I spread my legs wider as he moved between them but he took them at my
ankles and pulled them up over his shoulders. I immediately realized how
open and vulnerable the position left my ass. He held his weight over me on
his hands beside my shoulders.

"You can take it?" he asked.

I could've laughed.  After a dozen guys, and Damon to top it off, he was
asking if I could take it?  I wanted his cock so bad by that point I could
have taken two of him. I just nodded, though.

"Guide it in," he said.

I reached back and found his shaft. I pointed it down until the wide head
was kissing my hole. Between the spit he'd just laid down and the reservoir
of cum inside me I knew I was more than slick enough for him.

With one steady push he fed his prick into my ass, all the way to the
base. It was big and I was surprised that there was definitely more of a
stretch but I took it. Took it and loved it, despite the brief pinch. He
held it, throbbing, deep inside me. His pelvis pressed tight to my ass, his
big hairy balls squashed against me. I wanted another good hard fuck and I
started squirming underneath him, flexing and clenching every muscle in my
chute.

"Easy, boy? easy." He tried to soothe me but I was burning up with how much
I wanted him.

I could see the striations in his chest muscles from the strain of holding
himself and I reached out to stroke the hairy slabs of firm flesh, thrilled
to feel the flex and bunch. My fingers sought his nipples and latched onto
them almost cruelly.

"Aww, fuck?, you're going to kill me, kid," he snarled and started fucking
me. He jumped right into long deep strokes and leaned down to kiss me. His
talented tongue invaded my mouth like his cock was invading my ass and it
nearly pushed me over the edge. I was so ready to cum that I reached for my
cock but he must have sensed my movement because he broke our kiss. Without
missing a beat he took both my wrists in one big hand and held them above
my head, pressed to the bed.

"No, I'll get you there," he said and pounded me a little harder. "I'll get
us both there," he whispered.

I let out a sort of whimpering groan, both from his denial to let me touch
myself or him, and the sudden friction he was creating in my ass. Watching
my face, studying me closely, he shifted and moved just right. He managed
to find the perfect angle, the exact depth and pressure, to dick me like
I'd never had it before. I was amazed after being fucked so many times by
so many guys, that there was still something new to be felt by another man.
I had thought I knew what sex was all about until that night with Sheriff
Walker.

He managed to nail my prostate and light up every point of feeling in my
channel. I'd been mostly quiet, a habit I'd picked up from my experiences
in the shower and from being told to keep it down by Coach Baldwin. The way
Justin's dad fucked me I couldn't hold back.

"Give it to me? oh fuck, Sheriff. Give it to me? yeah, like that." I wanted
to cry with how good it felt. I mumbled and begged for more. A string of
"Oh God, oh God?."

He was driving me crazy. He was better than his son, or Luis, his moves and
the size of his cock.  Godd, the way he was drilling me he was making me
feel like a virgin, again.

Less than ten minutes into it and I started to cum. The feeling built in my
ass and the base of my spine tingled. I looked into his eyes, I felt the
way he desired me, and I was suddenly shooting great gouts of sperm between
our bodies. I wondered where it was coming from after the stupendous climax
with Damon.  My eyes rolled back in my head and my whole body convulsed. He
bent my legs closer to my chest, rested more of his weight on me, and
fucked me even harder and deeper. It felt like I would never stop cumming.

"Holy shit, kid? you've been? storing it up?" he panted. His hips lost
their rhythm and his cock pulsed inside me. I knew he was cumming too, even
if I couldn't feel it, and the knowledge made me shoot more.

When we'd both finished shuddering and twitching, the Sheriff leaned his
face close to mine and licked over my top lip, across the tip of my
nose. He came back and gave me his tongue with a soft smile playing around
his lips before I devoured him, locking my arms and legs around
him. Sitting up, he let my legs fall open as he knelt and my thighs rested
open on top of his thicker ones.

"Wow," I said. Still floating in an orgasmic haze I smiled goofily at him.

"Yeah," he agreed with his own goofy smile.

"Sheriff, that was? wow," I told him.

"Sure was, kid. Surprised you even felt me after all the others."

"Oh, I felt you."  I wondered how many of the others he knew about.

"Maybe you should call me Jack, considering," he said.

I grinned back at him and nodded. He ran his hand through the puddles of
cum on my belly and chest. When his hand grazed my cock it was still so
sensitive that I twitched. "You shot about a gallon," he said as he traced
circles in the cooling spunk. I could see some of it glistening in the
hairs on his belly and chest.  "All that out there in the pool house and
those guys never got you off?  Maybe I need to go out there and give some
lessons."

"Yes, sir, Damon did."

"And you shot off another load like this? You're a regular little cum
machine."

"Sher? Jack," I started, but I couldn't help yawning. The long day and the
rigorous activity was finally catching up to me big time.

"Sshhh, it's after three. We should get some rest."

I yawned again in response.

He eased his cock from me with a slurpy pop. He pulled down one side of the
blankets and helped me roll under them. Using the farther corner he wiped
down the mess on my front and his. Lying back with me, he stuck his arm
under my shoulders and pulled me to him, tight. With a sigh, I settled my
head on his chest. I inhaled deeply to memorize his scent, the left over
cologne and the sweat he'd worked up fucking me. It was enough to make me
half-hard again but I just threw one leg over both of his and fell
instantly asleep to the sound of his heart in my ear. I didn't even wonder
about the others, or Justin, or what about Justin and the Sheriff?..it was
all too confusing for my lust warped brain.