Date: Tue, 27 Dec 2011 18:22:56 -0600
From: Devon Campbell <peterbilt1228@live.com>
Subject: Knowing I'm Gonna Get Fucked 6

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 Six

After our talk in the squad car I didn't get to see Jack for a few days.  I
was still thinking about what he'd told me. I wondered if he still had the
place in St. Thomas.  Every time I saw Justin I thought about what his dad
had told me, and it was a funny feeling, knowing all that stuff about the
Sheriff when his own son didn't know. When Justin lagged behind in the
showers and was one of the guys waiting for me I wondered how much he
really knew about his dad, or if he ever thought about him while he fucked
me.  The Walkers were definitely getting under my skin. Still, I was
anxious to meet the new deputy Jack had told me about.

"It's awfully nice for the sheriff to come pick you up," Mom was saying as
I watched out the window.

"Just as long as the neighbors don't think they're hauling you off to
jail," Dad drawled.

My sister, Lisa, piped up, "Wouldn't it be great if they took him away in
handcuffs!"

I smacked her on the back of the head and went back to the window.  I was
so excited I had to go to the bathroom.  I was in the middle of pissing
when my sister called out, "He's here!"  I tried to rush it.

"Oh, he's cute!" she cried, giggling.  "Never mind, I'll get the door."

I came out of the bathroom just as she was opening the front door and I
could see the deputy coming up the sidewalk.  "Holy Shit!" I thought, and
quickly prayed it didn't show on my face.  He was drop dead gorgeous,
probably six four, 230 pounds of perfectly put together muscle, huge chest,
shoulders as wide as a barn door and a waist like a teenager.  I noticed
how his uniform shirt hugged the solid looking column of his thick neck,
and the veins in it.

He removed his hat as he approached the door, revealing a sexy buzz cut and
snappy dark eyes set in an incredibly handsome face.  I took in his massive
thighs bulging and flexing against his pants and sucked in a deep breath of
air, realizing I'd been holding my breath.  Suddenly I realized it was the
guy I'd seen at the gas station a week ago.  He looked even better than I
remembered.

"I'm here to pick up Kenny."

"Did you bring your handcuffs?" my sister asked.

I pushed her aside.  "I apologize for my sister.  She escaped and somehow
found her way home."

His laughter almost made me cum in my shorts.

I went out the door before my family discovered all about me from my face,
and followed the hunky deputy to the squad car.  I had a hard time not
looking to the side, I wanted so bad to see his butt, but I knew my sister
and probably my mother were watching from the window.  He opened the front
door for me to get in.

I hesitated.  "Shouldn't you be sitting in the front seat?" I asked.

"This is your ride," he said, motioning for me to get in.

I climbed in front with the sheriff.  The deputy got in the back seat,
behind the steel grating that separated the front and back seats.

"Glad you could make it," the sheriff said.

"Everybody was really excited that you came to pick me up," I said.

He drove through the city, heading out of town.  "The city really isn't our
jurisdiction," he explained.  "We patrol more on the rural roads."

"Can you pull somebody over in town or on the highway?"  I asked.

"We can step in anyplace we see a crime or an emergency situation, but then
we turn it over to the proper authorities, the city police or the state
police.

We were on a two lane blacktop with the moon shining brightly on the
fields, when Sheriff Walker pulled off to the side of the road.

"I think you ought to see what it's like to ride in back," he said.

"Like a common criminal?"

"Except you won't be handcuffed or shackled," he said, motioning for me to
get out.

"Don't count on it," the deputy said from the back.

I got out of the car and opened the back door to a real shocker.  The
deputy was naked!!  My shock made me hesitate.  He smiled and waved me in.
I got in the back seat with him, so excited and nervous I was shaking, and
wondering if the Sheriff knew he had taken off his clothes.  Surely he did.
I was thinking this was all set up just for me.  I even forgot to close the
door.

The deputy laughed and leaned over me to pull it shut.  I gasped as I felt
his warm, naked body against me, the weight of his cock on my arm.  It felt
so heavy.

Sheriff Walker pulled back onto the road.  I was so nervous I couldn't
speak.  I was sure the ride would involve sex of some kind but I wasn't
expecting this.  And I was shocked somewhat into silence by the man's mere
presence in the seat.  He was as massive naked as he appeared in his
uniform.  He was virtually a mountain of muscle.

"Am I getting the silent treatment?" he asked with a broad smile, revealing
his bright white smile in the soft light of the moon.

"I d-don't know w-what t-to say," I stammered.

"Why don't we just not talk, then," he said as he tugged on my shirt.

I raised my arms so he could pull it off, my excitement mounting by the
second.  My cock was fast coming to life. He took off my shoes next, then
reached for my belt.  When he had my jeans open he told me to raise up so
he could pull them off of me.  For some stupid reason I held onto my
shorts, and he didn't try to take them off of me. Then he lay back in the
seat, leaning against the door and brought his right leg up.  I ducked out
of the way and he brought his leg behind me.  I turned in the seat, taking
a sweeping look at his body.  My eyes fell to his cock.  He wasn't
completely hard but he was starting to swell up, and his manhood was
already as impressive as the man himself.

I leaned down and nuzzled his cock, drank in the sweet smell of him.  He
hunkered up in my face and I licked his cock.  He put a hand on my head and
lifted his cock up.  I took it in my mouth.

"Awww, yeahhhhh," he moaned softly.

I sucked him lovingly--he was a man to be made love to, a man to be
worshiped.  I stroked his wet cock as I sucked his balls, and he humped his
butt up off the seat.  When he did that I licked under his balls.

"You want my ass?"  He asked as he slouched further in the seat and brought
his legs up, one across the back of the seat, the other one against the
steel grating.  I went to work on his ass, knowing, or suspecting that he'd
never had this done before.  He loved it.  But then the Sheriff stopped us.

"Bring your legs down, that's gonna attract too much attention," the
sheriff said.

As the deputy lowered his legs, I rose up and urged him to turn over.  He
turned on his stomach with his right knee on the floorboard, his butt
sticking up perfectly for me but out of sight.  While he moved into
position I shucked my boxers.  I dove in again.  It was even better because
his butt was spread apart even more. He loved being rimmed but he wanted
his cock sucked some more.  I crawled under him on the seat, on my back so
he could fuck my face.  I loved his cock, the size, thickness, the meaty
texture of it.  And the way he moved his hips excited me even more.  But he
wanted more.

"Sheriff says you like to be fucked," he said huskily over his shoulder.

I murmured around his cock as he was raising up to pull it out of my mouth.

"You wanta get fucked?" he asked as he got up to sit in the seat.

"Yeah."

There was a tapping on the grating and we looked to see a small tube being
thrust through the grating.

"That's the reason he's the Sheriff, always prepared," the deputy joked as
he uncapped the lube.

"Hold on a second, Deputy," Jack interrupted.  Me and him both looked
toward the front.

"What's?.wrong, Sheriff?" he asked.  He seemed as impatient as me to get to
the fucking.

"You can't just shove your cock in him," Jack said.  His eyes flashed to
mine in the rearview mirror, trying to convey something, I thought, but I
wasn't sure what.  "Is he big, boy?" he asked me.

"Uhh?..Yeah," I said, sounding confused as I reached over to fondle the
guy's cock.  It was still wet with my spit.  "Big as me?"

What a question.  I squeezed my hand around the thick stalk.  It was nice,
very thick.  But I hadn't met any man that could match the Walker dick.
Damon was the only guy built bigger.

"Almost.  Kinda like a beer can, only taller," I finally answered.  It was
the best I could come up with to spare the deputy's ego, besides it was
true.

"Then you must have a big cock, Brady."  Jack called the guy by name and I
blushed to realize I hadn't even really met him.  I wondered if Brady was
his first or last name.  "Now I told you Kenny's special and I don't want
you hurting him.  You've got to open his ass up, make it good for him.
Don't you eat pussy before you fuck it?  I'm sure the Marines taught you
that."

With that I understood what the Sheriff had been trying to tell me.  I
remembered that we had a purpose here; we were trying to seduce Brady so
Jack could get in his pants later.  I should be doing something to get
Brady more fully into the man-sex scene and less worried about getting his
dick inside me.

"Well?..yeah, I generally do," Brady sputtered, sounding uncertain.

"It's the same with a guy.  Go ahead, Kenny, show him your sweet little
asshole."

There wasn't much room in the back seat for two big guys, especially with
one as big as Brady.  Lucky I was flexible.  I rested my right shoulder on
the seat, close to the door as I could get, with my head hanging down.  I
crawled on my knees forward on the seat until my ass was up and I was bent
nearly in two.  I put my left leg down with my foot on the floorboard, that
knee up by my head.  It was awkward but left my hole open and pointed right
at Brady. While I was getting into position the Sheriff continued talking
to Brady.

"You probably think it's gross, putting your mouth on a guy's ass, but I'm
here to tell you, Brady, I've been there.  I've had my tongue up the kid's
ass and it's not how you'd think.  He's clean so you don't need to worry
about that.  So just try it, see how you like it.  It's the best way to get
him loose and wet so you can fuck 'im. You gotta make him want it, Deputy."
Jack's deep voice was having its effect on both of us.

With some reluctance, Brady moved into position and I felt the heat of his
breath over my asscrack, followed by the brush of cool air as he sucked in
through his nose.  Thank God I'd come prepared; I was freshly showered and
squeaky clean.  Brady was in position but he hadn't touched my ass, as if
he were waiting for further instructions from the Sheriff.

"You see how small and tight that hole is?" Jack continued with his
play-by-play from the front.  "Go ahead and touch his ass, spread those
cheeks apart."

Brady's big hands wrapped around my ass, the thick fingers digging in.

"He's got a nice ass, huh?  Like two ripe melons, but hard, right?  Get in
there and taste it, Deputy."

Jack's voice was like a hypnotist's, low and even, but with a ring of
authority that Brady seemed helpless to obey.  Brady didn't say a word.  I
felt the roughness of his slightly whiskered face press against the inner
slopes of my butt then his tongue tentatively lap along the sides of my
crack, a little shy of the actual center.  I could see Jack jockeying for
the right angle to watch in his mirrors.

"Yeah, get in there.  He's going to be so fucking tight when you get your
cock in him.  Tight and hot, like sticking your dick in a furnace."

Whether it was Jack's voice or the taste of my ass, Brady became a lot more
eager once his tongue swished over my puckered ring and he heard me groan.
He pulled my hole open and used his tongue to gouge in and I relaxed enough
to let him do it.  Fuck, it felt good and I groaned harder.

"That's it, Brady.  You hear him moaning?  That's what you wanta hear.  You
gotta make the boy hot for it.  Kenny loves getting fucked and you're gonna
love fucking him, but he has to be ready."

Brady let the words carry him away and began fucking me with his tongue.

"Can you believe that little hole's gonna swallow your big cock?"  Jack's
question came low and deep, his voice getting husky, but loud enough to
hear over the static and crackle of the police radio.  It made both of us
moan in the back seat.

"Get him nice and slick, then slide a finger in there with your tongue,
Deputy," he said a minute later.  "Start getting him ready to be split
open."  Brady did as he was commanded, letting his spit carry the finger in
deep.  "Feel around in there; not too far in there's a hard little lump?
towards the front.  You'll know when you find it. Press on it, you'll feel
it respond."  Brady's finger dug around and then he found my prostate,
pushed on it hard.  It forced a choked gasp out of me.  Jack must've heard
it too.

"That's it, I can tell you found it," he said.  "That's what makes it feel
good.  Work it, but not too hard, don't make him cum.  You just keep doing
it and he'll start begging you to fuck him."  Brady pressed against it
harder and my ass clenched tight around his finger, pushing out his tongue.
He worked the bundle of nerves with his finger, the same spot Jack and his
son were so good at manipulating.

"Fuck, Sheriff, his ass is going crazy," Brady said in awe.

"Damn right.  Put another finger in there.  Work him up, Brady."

Even though I was practically in another world I heard the slide of Jack's
zipper.  It made me even hornier to think of him taking his big cock out
and jacking off while he drove and watched us in the rearview mirror.


Brady slipped another finger in beside the first.  He used them to fuck me,
stopping every couple strokes to work my hot button with his fingertips.  I
moaned and wriggled for him, groaning and panting because he was getting me
close.  "Fuck me, Brady," I croaked from my bent up position.

Sheriff Walker laughed.

"I think he's ready for it, Sheriff."  Brady sounded as out of breath as I
was.

"Yeah, he is.  Ease up on the fingers and go for it, Deputy."

Brady pulled his fingers from my ass and scooted back.  I dropped out of my
hunched over position and perched on the edge of the seat to look at him.
Sweat glistened between his meaty pecs in the reflected light from the
screen up front.  His big cock reared up against his abs, leaking like a
faucet onto his belly.  When I looked up at his face he had a big feral
grin stretching his lips.

"You ready for this?" he asked and used his thumb to make the cock stand
out.

"Fuck, yeah!" I gritted out.  I climbed between his spread legs, in the
center of the back seat.

Finding the tube the Sheriff had passed back to us he lubed up his cock
then squeezed some more on his fingers.  I raised up and jutted my ass back
to be lubed up.  I was anxious to feel his thick cock inside me.  I grabbed
hold of the grating, reaching out wide, where the handcuffs were hanging
and took hold of them.

"You like handcuffs?" Brady asked.

"I don't know, I never??"  I didn't finish. He was reaching around me,
taking my hand to clamp the cuff around my wrist.  Then he cuffed my other
wrist.

"There, you're not going anywhere," he said.

"Shit," Jack hissed from the front.

I looked over and saw that he did have his big cock out and in his right
hand.  He used his left to steer.

Me being cuffed apparently turned him on.  I tugged on the cuffs and made
them rattle against the grating, pulling myself up in front of him, poised
over Brady's cock.  He clasped my hips and guided me down.  I set my
asshole firmly onto the head of his cock and he urged me down, actually
pulled me down onto his cock.  I winced and gasped as he penetrated me but
he kept pulling me down till my butt was nestled snugly against him.  All I
could hear was the three of us breathing hard and the static coming off the
radio, turned down low.

"Godd?..that feels like a beer can," I whispered.

"But you like it," he said with a chuckle, nudging up against me.

"You were right, Sheriff.  Hot and tight, squeezing all over my dick.  Oh
man, kid, it's all yours to do with whatever you want. Fuck yourself
silly."

I practically did. He helped, but I did most of the work, pulling myself by
the cuffs and slamming down on his cock in a steady rhythm.  It was an
awesome fuck and I was going a little bit crazy.  He'd primed me really
good.

"Hey, I don't want cum all over the car back there," Jack growled.  There
was a soft rattle and I saw he was holding a condom through the grating. I
took it between my teeth and turned my head to give it to Brady.  He ripped
open the packet and rolled the condom down over my cock and we resumed
fucking.

"Is that feeling good for you, Kenny?"

I looked up and met Jack's eyes in the mirror.  Knowing he was watching
made it even better, made it all seem so depraved but in a good way.

"Godd, Jack?," I could barely speak.  I slammed my ass down viciously hard
on Brady's cock, making it bounce off that hot spot inside me.

"How's it feeling for you, Brady?"  the Sheriff asked.

"Christ, Sheriff, I can't believe it. I've fucked a lot of pussy but I
never had anything as tight and hot and wild and wooly as this."  Brady ran
his hands over my flexing thighs then up to my abs and chest, feeling how
tight my pecs were from the stretch of my cuffed arms.  "Slow down a
little," he murmured.

As I eased off on my furious pace Brady let his hands drift down and under
my thighs.  I let myself go still and he pulled back on the underside of my
legs, in the spot just before they met my ass.  Slowly he lifted my weight,
pulling me up off his cock.  Fuck he was strong, lifting my whole body like
it was nothing.  As the head of his cock approached the rim of my hole he
let gravity take over and dropped me back down onto it.  I pulled hard at
the cuffs, my breath knocked out of me from the hard insertion.

"Yeah, that's it, fuck him on your cock," Jack commanded in a steely voice.
Brady repeated the move with just as much ease.  I was ready for it but he
still managed to make me choke out a whimpered groan.

"Jesus, Brady, you're making his eyes roll up," the Sheriff said.

"I can't believe he can take it so hard like that."  He was lifting and
dropping me on his thick stake faster and faster.  "And he's still so
tight."  If he was having any trouble lifting me I couldn't hear it in his
voice.  I relaxed into the hold of the cuffs and let Brady do all the work,
pushing me closer to the brink.  The condom on my cock stretched tighter
around my aching shaft.  I loved hearing them talk about me.

"Hey, Sheriff, take us out to Gravel Pit Road," Brady told him.

I didn't know what was on the Gravel Pit Road but the Sheriff chuckled and
made a turn. I soon found out when he made another turn a couple of miles
down the road and Brady let me down to sit with his cock fully impaled
inside me.  Gravel Pit Road was like a washboard.  Brady held me down tight
against his loins, so his cock was embedded as deep as possible and we rode
the road.

"Ohh?..Ohhh, my godd??Awwwhhh, fuck?..," I cried.  I couldn't shut up.
Rumbling over the road was like a hundred fingers tapping all over my
prostate and I couldn't stop it or even slow it down.  I went crazy.  I
shot my load.

I could feel the condom filling up.  I was about half way into my climax
when I felt Brady's cock erupt deep inside me and that made me cum even
harder.  The last half mile or so, before the Sheriff turned off the road,
my love nut felt like it was being obliterated.

I collapsed as he turned back onto the blacktop, literally hanging from the
cuffs.

"Holy fuck, we gotta do this again sometime," Brady said, also gasping for
air.

The sheriff was laughing.

Brady uncuffed my wrists and helped me raise up.  No matter what the
Sheriff had said, I felt cum draining out of my ass and it was all over the
seat when I sat down, and probably on the floor.

"Geezuss, it smells like sex all the way up here," Jack said.

"We've got a little clean up to do back here," Brady said.

When I removed the condom Brady reached for it.  "I wanta tie it off before
we toss it out, so it don't get all over the car or the windows.  Geezuss,
you filled this thing!" he said.

"You forced it out of me," I said.

"Get straightened up back there, we're heading in," Jack said.

"What about you?" I asked.  If he hadn't gotten off his dick had to be
hurting by now.

"I took care of it," he said and held up a full condom of his own.
"Watching the two of you, I couldn't hold back."  He went to toss it out
the window but I stopped him.

"No, wait, I?. I wanna? keep it," I admitted.  His eyes met mine in the
mirror for a second, with a tight smile.

"Okay," he finally said.  He used his knee to keep the wheel straight and
quickly tied the rubber off and put it on the passenger seat.  I collapsed
back beside Brady, exhausted.

"Holy shit, kid, that's gotta be the best fuck I ever had," he said
breathlessly.

"I'm glad it was good for you, too," I said.  While I pulled on my clothes
and Brady got into his uniform I wondered if we'd made any real headway
with the big deputy, or if this was only what he said; the best fuck he'd
ever had.  I figured I'd let the Sheriff make the next move with Brady.