Date: Thu, 29 Oct 2015 11:10:24 -0500
From: Roy Payne <rjepayne@yahoo.com>
Subject: Murphy's Law

I've never done this business before but the two things I've picked up on are:

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Hope you get hard at least once reading this.  I know I sure did while
writing it, especially at my long-ago memories of my misspent youth!

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It's Tuesday morning and I'm in trouble.  My wife woke me up with her mouth
on my hard cock (gotta love "morning wood") and we had a most satisfying
session of love-making as only two people who are thoroughly familiar with
each other's bodies can experience.  After we'd both climaxed, I fell
asleep ...  and overslept.  Damn!!

Now I've got 20 minutes to get up & shower, get dressed, grab breakfast and
get on the road for my 40 minute drive to work which would've been enough
if I hustled.  But we're all familiar with Murphy's Law and it really
kicked my ass this morning.  Coffee maker overflowed, cut myself shaving,
couldn't find my damn keys ... and the car was almost out of gas.  By the
time I got on the highway, it was 8:00 and I'm usually heading to work by
7:45-7:50. Great!

How am I supposed to make up 10 minutes on a hilly, winding Ozark
back-country two-lane "highway" in the course of a 30 mile drive?  Only one
way I know of is by driving way too fast.  So as soon as I'm out of town,
down goes my foot on the accelerator and up goes the needle on the
speedometer.  I'm doing 85 in a 55 mph zone on unsafe roads in a misting
rain.  Stupid, right?  But a man's gotta do ...

I crested a hill doing almost 90 after just passing two slow pokes and
there sits a Highway Patrol car, radar aimed right at me.  Damn and Double
Damn!!  I'm hitting the brakes as I see him pulling out behind me, lights
blazing and siren screaming, so I pull off into a farmer's driveway cuz
there are no shoulders on the road.

Reaching into the console for proof of insurance and my license, I glance
in my rearview mirror to see the cruiser door opening.  I didn't really get
a look at the face because his Smokey Bear hat is pulled low, but the body
looks good ... real good.  Of course, he's probably wearing Kevlar, but
unlike most cops who just look barrel-chested or fat, he just looks
"solid".  And the way his cop-issue utility belt rides low, compressing his
package into a tight, pronounced bulge?  Well, let's just say for a man who
is in a boatload of trouble, I am enjoying the view way too much ... and
wondering why a 57 year old married grandfather is even noticing this?

My window is going down as I hear him say, "License and registration,
please."  As I turn to hand them out to him I come face to face with that
very protruding package.  Damn!  It looks like something big is in there
straining to be released and I don't even hear his question.  Stop it!
Stay focused!!  But all I can think about is his zipper when he repeats, "I
said, do you know how fast you were going, Mr. Johnson?"  I started to
speak and all that came out was a squawk, so I cleared my throat and said,
"Well, since you're here, I'm guessing a little over 55?"  His low,
masculine voice replies, "How about 85 ... plus?!?"  I tried for a shocked
tone, "Really?  Wow!  I didn't think this ol' dog would even go that fast!"

Then I switched tactics in the hope that somewhere in his incredibly male
soul there is a shred of pity.  "Officer, I'm really late for work and my
boss has been on my ass for being late too much lately.  If I'm late again,
he'll probably fire me.  And my wife just told me yesterday that our
insurance has been lowered due to our good driving records.  Is there
anything you can do so I don't have to pay a ticket?"  He replies,
"Mr. Johnson, you were doing more than 30 mph over the speed limit on a bad
road in unsafe conditions!  I can't just let you off with a warning.  There
has to be some kind of consequences."

I'm can't believe it when I hear myself saying, "Isn't there anything I
could do to make you reconsider?"  (What the hell am I doing?  I'm not in
college with my roommate.  I'm 57 years old, married 35 years, four grown
sons and seven grandkids.  What the hell am I doing?)  Before I have time
to ponder the enormity of the situation, the officer asks, "Anything,
Mr. Johnson?" and I hear myself replying, "Anything, Officer.  Anything at
all."  After a long pause, the cop growls out, "Follow me." and I see him
walking back to his car.  Damn!  If possible his "rear view" is even better
than his front ... tight, round ass atop long legs.  As the cop cars backs
onto the highway and pulls away, I put mine in gear along with my memories
and my mind begins to travel down an old road it hasn't been on in a very,
very long time ...

I was 19 and starting my sophomore year with a new roommate.  Jerry was a
junior, 5'10", about 175 with a solidly muscled wrestlers body.  And he was
a redhead.  We got along well from the first day and I noticed that he was
very casual about his body.  After a shower, he'd hang his towel in the
bathroom and walk naked to his dresser where he would dig for a pair of
tightie-whities, the standard back then.  I found myself taking in his
body, not being aroused, but almost academically noticing his muscle
definition, his tight pecs and hard round ass.  His cock wasn't impressive
(mine was bigger) as it hung above his smallish (again, compared to mine)
balls.  But it was the only uncut cock I had ever seen, other than in a
book.  I found myself mesmerized by all of that loose, hanging foreskin,
suddenly wishing mine hadn't been cut off when I was a baby!

But my detached observation all ended one morning early when I woke up to
the gentle rocking of our bunk bed.  I looked in the mirror across the room
and I could see Jerry propped up so I jokingly said, "Hey, whatcha doin'
down there?" and he replied, "What I do every morning ... jackin' off."  I
said, "No you're not!" thinking that he was messin' with me.  So he threw
back the sheet to reveal his fist wrapped around a very hard cock as he
said, "Yes, I am!"  My shock was fast replaced by horniness as I reached
down and felt my usual piss hard-on.  I quickly threw off my sheet and
said, "Well, wait for me and I'll join you!"

Before long, that bunk bed was really rockin' as we both vigorously beat
our meat.  But I had the better end of the deal cuz from my position on
top, I had a clear view of Jerry on the bottom and he couldn't really see
me ... or at least, not the important parts.  Didn't take long until we
were both spurting our hot loads.  I shot into a washcloth I kept under my
mattress for that purpose but Jerry let his cum fly.  I was amazed to see
blast after blast of white cum arc out of his small cock (his was 5 inches
and mine is 7) splatting onto his hairless flat belly and muscular chest.
Then he jumped out of bed, still-hard cock swaying side-to-side in front of
him, and headed for the shower.  As he passed closer to the mirror, I could
see white cum in his red hair, dripping onto his forehead.  I'm mostly a
pumper and my juice flows rather than squirts, so the way he shot his load
was so hot that in just a few minutes, I was making another deposit into my
crusty, trusty washcloth ...

Ahead of me, the Highway Patrol car is slowing down and turning onto a
one-lane gravel road so I click on my turn signal and follow.  About a mile
down the road, a left hand turn leads us up a long, tree-lined, overgrown
obviously long-unused driveway.  It winds around, long vines brushing
against my car and low branches sweeping the windshield.  The drive comes
out into clearing where I see a brick chimney, all that's left of the old
farmhouse and a big dilapidated barn.

The cop pulls up by the barn and as I'm parking behind him, he gets out of
his cruiser.  He stands in the open doorway of the vehicle and removes his
belt with all the equipment hanging from it and lays it on the car seat.
Then he unbuttons his shirt and lays it over the seat back, revealing the
bulletproof vest.  He rips open the velcro straps securing it and removes
the vest, tossing it atop his belt.  He stretches magnificently, reminding
me of a cougar I saw in the woods once.  He rubs his hands over his pale
naked torso, ridding himself of the constricted feeling the vest inflicts
on him.  He's slim, but has the muscle tone that tells of many hours in the
gym.  A strong, muscular chest above a noticeable six pack (something I
haven't had since I got married and began to eat too much good
home-cooking) says he does whatever it takes to be the best that he can be
and he looks good!

Almost as if he just remembered it, he reaches for his hat and takes it off
and for the first time I get a good look at his face.  I'm guessing 28-30
years old and very handsome.  Not a pretty boy ... more of a rugged face
like you'd see on a Marine recruiting poster.  But his hair is longer than
the "high & tight" of the USMC, just long enough to hold a part in his very
red hair ...

It's summer and Jerry has asked me to move in with him at his parents home
in the City.  There's not a lot of jobs in the Ozarks where I grew up and
I'm really hard up for college money.  Jerry's Dad owns a paint store and
he suggested that we paint houses.  He took us out, showed us how to do
estimates, and gave us great prices on paint & supplies.

But the first night at the house, I was a little surprised to discover that
all three of the bedrooms were taken: parents, sister, and Jerry.  The idea
of a summer on the couch didn't sound too good but Jerry's mom said, "You
can bunk in with Jerry."  I'm amused, thinkin' he has bunkbeds leftover
from childhood, but when we carry my stuff into his room, there is only one
full-sized bed.  I didn't say anything, but I'm expecting a pad on the
floor (even worse than a couch).

At bedtime, Jerry changes to his pajamas (21 years old and he always wore
pajamas, even at college) which he wears with no underwear (I never could
figure out why) and climbs into bed.  He looks over at me and says, "Well,
aren't you coming to bed?" and pats the empty side of the sheets.  I did
not see that coming!  But I stripped down to my FTL briefs (I've always
hated pajamas and have slept nude most of my life since college.) and got
in bed.  We are both propped up reading when there's a knock at the door
and Jerry calls out, "Come in!"  It's his mom with a basket of laundry.
She sets it on the chair and says, "There's your clean clothes.  And
Ronnie, if you have any that needs done, just put them in with Jerry's
dirty clothes and I'll do them tomorrow."  (My mother quit doing my laundry
when I was 12 after she showed me how.)  Then she smiled at us and said,
"You boys have a good night's sleep." and left the room.  This was in the
mid-70s and nobody thought anything of two people of the same gender
sleeping together (my sisters did until the older one married), but it was
a new experience for me.

Next morning, I felt the bed move as Jerry got up to take his sister to
work at the nearby McDonald's.  He just pulled pants on over his pj bottoms
and went out the door.  15 minutes later, I heard him come back in and
through slitted eyes, I watched as he removed all of his clothing
... everything ... and crawled into bed, naked.  Well, my eyes may have
been barely open, but my mind was wide awake, especially when I felt him
cuddling up to me so we were chest-to-chest.  I opened my eyes and he said,
"Mornin', Ronnie." and kissed me on the lips.  It was just a peck, but it
was as if a master switch had been turned on in my body.  As he looked into
my eyes, I replied, "Mornin', Jerry." and kissed him back.  I pulled away,
but he wrapped his strong arms around me, pulled me close to his naked
body, and kissed me passionately.  I kissed him back and we lip-locked for
a long time until I felt his tongue pushing my lips apart.

As our tongues dueled, I was aware of something poking into my groin.
Jerry was hard as rock and though not as big as mine, his cock obviously
wanted some attention ... and mind did, too.  I don't remember who made the
first move, but we were both stroking each other and it felt so good!!
Much better than with my girlfriend who wasn't big on french kissing and
thought playing with my cock was nasty (though she sure liked feeling my
thick seven inches in her pussy!).  I could feel the unbelievable sensation
of his foreskin as it slid over and back on his cock.  That was beyond
amazing!!  After about five minutes, Jerry threw off the sheets and I got
out of my briefs.  Before I knew what was happening, he had me pinned on my
back and was laying on top of me.  We kissed as he ground his cock into
mine while holding me down.

Suddenly, in a lightning fast move he must've learned in his days as the
State Champ in high school, he jumped onto my chest, astraddle of me with
his knees on my biceps so I couldn't move ... not that I wanted to when I
saw his hard, throbbing cock just inches from my face.  His slit was
peeking from inside the hood of its foreskin and I was spellbound by the
sight of it.  I don't know what he wanted or expected, but when I raised my
head and took his cock into my mouth, he didn't act surprised as he moaned
and leaned into me.  Supporting his weight on the wall above my head, he
began a slow rocking motion, gently fucking my mouth.

It was weird cuz I was getting nothing out of it ... he didn't touch me and
I couldn't touch myself ... but I loved every second of having him in my
mouth.  I began to taste the saltiness of his precum and knew he was
getting close as his pace and force increased, banging into my tonsils with
every thrust of his strong hips.  He was gasping and his fucking motion was
becoming erratic when all of a sudden, he jumped off of me and ran into the
bathroom.  I watched as he stroked himself and in seconds, ropes of white
cum was being shot into the toilet.

When he finished, he came back, put his pajamas on, crawled into bed, and
without a word, went to sleep ...

The red-headed Highway Patrolman turned from his cruiser and, naked from
the waist up, walked into the old barn.  Remembering that he had said,
"Follow me.", I got out of my car and headed cautiously into the darkness
of the tumble-down structure.  When my eyes adjusted, I could hear noise
off to my right and in the dim light, I saw him opening a large black trash
bag.  I didn't realize that I'd been holding my breath until he pulled out
an old blanket and spread it on a pile of clean straw.  Looking up at me,
he said, "You said 'anything', right?"  I nodded, "Yes." and he said,
"Okay, take your clothes off."

I pulled off my tie and unbuttoned my dress shirt.  Nearby on the wall, I
saw a row of hooks and hung my shirt on one.  Next the shoes & socks,
followed nervously by my slacks.  When everything was on the hooks, he
looked at me and said, "The boxers, too." (Like most men, I'd given up on
briefs a long time ago.)  I felt awkward and exposed as I pulled off my sky
blue shorts, for a couple of reasons.  First, because he still had his
pants on which made me feel weird, being the only naked man in the barn.
But second, because he was so gorgeous and I ... wasn't.  As I said, my six
pack was thirty years gone and my 6'2" body that weighed 175 in college?
Well, it was still 6'2", but I was just over the 200 mark in the scales
these days.  My youthful 30" inch waist was an embarrassing 34 now, and
though I went to the gym three days a week, I was not remotely on a par
with this beautiful young cop.

But when I hung my boxers on a hook an turned around, I heard him quietly
say, "Nice."  You could've knocked me over with a feather, but then again,
I do realize that some men have unresolved "daddy issues" and maybe this
young man fell into that category?  Then he says, "Lie down." pointing to
the blanket.  I did as told, stretching out on my side but he says, "On
your back." so with some trepidation, I complied.  Not knowing what to
expect from this sexy young cop, I let my mind wander on possible scenarios
when I was jolted back to reality by the feeling of cold steel on my
wrists.  Moving very quickly and while my eyes were closed, he had clamped
handcuffs onto both of my wrists, each of which was attached to a chain
that led to a hook on the wall.  I said, "What the hell are you ..." when
he jumped on top of me and held me down, much as Jerry had done that
morning many years before.

"I'm not going to hurt you ... much.  And you did say 'anything'.  So if
you'll just relax, I'll get off of you."  I said, "Okay, but please don't
hurt me."  He gave a low chuckle as he proceeded to cuff my ankles so that
I was spread eagle on my back, the morning sunlight streaming through a
dusty high-up window and falling across my body.

Once he had me shackled, he stood up and stepped back into the shadows.  I
could hear him removing his shoes and socks.  Then the unmistakable sound
of a belt buckle and a long zipper being slowly lowered.  He came back into
the light wearing only (wait for it) a white Bike-brand jock strap.  He
looked like an Adonis and the sunlight glistened on the reddish hairs which
covered his toned legs.  He let me look at him, slowly turning so I could
see his hairy ass before coming back up to straddle my chest.  He pressed
his jock-covered crotch up into my face, rubbing himself all around and I
could feel his cop cock getting hard and growing ... a lot!  He turned
around so that his musky-smelling hole was winking at me.

"Lick it." he commanded, and though I'd never rimmed anyone before, I
tentatively stuck out my tongue feeling my own cock jump as I tasted his
pucker.  Now that surprised the hell outta me cuz I'd never even thought
about doing that to anybody before, but as in years gone by with Jerry, I
was somehow willing to do whatever this man said.  He pushed himself back
more firmly onto my face so that my nose was in his ass and my mouth was on
his hole.  "Eat me out." he growled and I began to lick and kiss and
tongue-fuck his hairy hole.  And it was very hair, with red pubes like a
rust-colored forest encircling it.  "Mmmm," he said.  "Feels so good."

He stood up, yanked off the jock and I saw a monstrous cock spring up to
slap against his belly.  It made my own seven incher appear small by
comparison and had to be pretty damn close to ten inches.  It was thick, it
was shiny with pre-cum, it was surrounded by a natural bush of red ... and
it was uncut!!  As I was somewhere between awe and horror, he landed on top
of me again with that Super XL sized cock right in front of my face.  His
equally huge, hairy low hanging balls rested on my chin as he said, "Suck
my balls."  I opened my mouth but quickly learned there was no way to do
both so I had to suck first one and then the other, repeatedly alternating
between the two.  While I did, he was stroking his massive manhood, using
both hands to slowly pump it up and down.  Every upstroke brought his
foreskin up to loosely hang off the end and every downstroke completely
revealed his very red head.

"Open wide," I heard from above me and when I did, he aimed his cock at my
mouth and proceeded to slide it in.  Farther and farther, deeper and
deeper, until I began to gag.  He pulled back a little and said, "Breathe
through your nose, relax your throat and swallow.  That'll help, but even
if you choke on it, I'm going all the way in!"  So I took a deep breath as
he began pushing in.  I relaxed my throat, I breathed through my nose, I
swallowed, I wished upon a star and clicked my heels three times ... but I
still gagged till I thought I'd puke.  But he just kept pushing as the
tears streamed down my face.  "Relax," he urged, as if it was that easy.
"Just relax."  I tried and then I felt a "pop" as if something in my
mouth/throat gave way.  And his cock began sliding into me as effortlessly
as jello.

In moments, his red pubes were against my nose and then he began
throat-fucking me.  Jerry had never gotten past my tonsils, but this
horse-dicked cop was halfway to my stomach ... and I was loving it.  He
kept it up for several minutes until I felt his balls begin to tighten on
my chin.  And that's when he slid his proud beauty up and out of my throat
... and slid himself all the way down my body until he was kneeling between
my wide-splayed thighs.  He ran his hands up my legs and all over my torso,
lightly pinching my nipples.  His hands found my erection and before I had
time to think about it, he took me into his mouth.  All the way down his
throat in one fast plunge, my thick seven inches disappeared into him.

It felt so good and this obviously wasn't his first rodeo cuz he was able
to keep going down on me without a hint of a gag reflex.  And when he
looked up at me with those green eyes ...

Is there anything more beautiful than a red-head with green eyes?  Whether
it's a male or a female, it's just the most amazing combination.  Jerry was
looking up at me with his big green eyes as my cock kept going in and out
of his red-lipped mouth.  It had taken awhile before he would even touch my
cock, much less suck it.  But now it was July 4th and we'd come a long way.
His father's company picnic had been held out by the lake and we had all
stayed for the fireworks display about to start any minute.  Jerry and I
had wandered off to a spot in the woods where nobody could find us and we
were going at it like only two horny, testosterone-fueled male animals can.

We'd been enjoying each other for a few weeks now ... kissing, cuddling,
swapping blow jobs and sixty-nining.  We even slept naked every night, just
so we could skip the getting undressed part (He threw a pair of pajamas in
the laundry basket every week for his mother's sake.) and we had sex of
some kind every night and every morning with the occasional quickie on the
job if we were painting a vacant house.  But tonight, while we were eating
hot dogs at the picnic, Jerry whispered, "I've got a surprise for later."
He winked and no matter how I tried, he wouldn't say anything else.

Now, here we were, out in the woods, and though I loved the feel of my cock
in his mouth, it wasn't all that "surprising".  And then, as I felt my
balls boiling with the need to cum, he pulled off and said, "Wait a
second." so I did.  He was the "alpha" in our relationship and I always did
what he asked.  He reached for his shorts, pulled something from the pocket
and held it in the fading light for me to see.  It was a small jar of
vaseline and he began to smear it on my throbbing cock.  "What's that for?"
I asked.  I'm thinking he wants to jack me off with it, but I'd always
found hand lotion worked a lot better.  "You'll see," is all he will tell
me.

He climbed onto me, astraddle of my waist, and leaned down to kiss me.  And
as his tongue was going into my mouth, my cock was going into his ass!  He
was whimpering in pain but our kissing muffled the sound.  I tried to scoot
down and away, not wanting to hurt him.  But he shoved himself onto me,
impaling himself on my hard cock!  It felt so good as he just held himself
in that position, waiting for the pain to lessen.  After awhile, he sits up
and begins to slowly pump himself up and down on me, riding my cock like
he's a rodeo cowboy.  At the same time, he's jacking his own cock (I didn't
know anything about the prostate and how good it feels when getting
fucked.) and I know I can't hold back much longer.  I gasp out, "Jerry
... I'm gonna cum!" and he says, "Me, too!" and as his cum fires blast
after blast out into the hot night air, landing all over my stomach, chest
and face, my own load shoots into him and it's like nothing I have ever
felt before!!

The fireworks show begins as our balls are pumping cum and I'm so thankful
for the man who invented vaseline ...

The cop didn't use vaseline, but from somewhere, he pulled a bottle of lube
and before I knew what he planned to do with it, he said, "I want you
laying on your front.  Will you behave if I unshackle you?"  I nodded, and
he took off the cuffs.  I rubbed feeling back into my wrists (I am way too
old for this) and turned over onto my stomach.  As soon as I've laid down,
the cop pulls my legs wide apart, exposing my ass and almost immediately, I
feel the most unbelievably wonderful sensation.  It takes me awhile to
realize that it's his tongue in my ass.  He whispers, "You like that, don't
you?"  I said, "I've never felt anything like it in my life!"  I have no
idea how long he was doing before his tongue was replaced with a finger and
then two fingers and then three.  He used them to spread my sphincter,
widening me as he pumped them in and out of my hole.  It felt so good that
I sorta zoned out for awhile.

But I zoned back in when I felt a different feeling in my ass and it
definitely was not a tongue nor fingers.  I looked over my shoulder to see
that my young assailant was trying to slide a police baton into my ass.  In
fact, he already had several inches inside of me before I knew what he was
doing.  And suddenly, a memory of another red-head and not a police baton,
but ...

After that night at the July 4th picnic, Jerry seemed to only want one
thing ... my cock in his ass.  And, don't get me wrong, I loved fucking him
knowing I had taken his cherry.  But I really wanted him to be the dominant
one ... at least part of the time.  Unfortunately, he always wanted to
bottom for me.  We tried a lot of positions and we fucked in a lot of
places ... even did it in his parents' bed a couple of times, which he
really got off on!!  But no matter when or where, he was the bottom and I
was the top.

One day, I said, "This time I want you to fuck me and that's the way it's
gonna be."  Well, he tried, I'll give him that.  But every time he got in
position, he'd lose his erection.  So I'd suck him awhile, get him hard,
he'd get vaseline on his cock all hard like a brick, take aim at my hole
and phhtt ... flaccid as an al dente spaghetti noodle.  I was frustrated,
he was embarrassed ... until he said, "I've got an idea."  He ran out of
our room, bare-assed naked (we were home for "lunch" and the rest of the
family were all at work), returning in a moment with one hand behind his
back.  He said, "Close your eyes." and when I did, I felt his cock start
pushing into my ass.  Only it felt so hard ... and so big ... and so
OUCH!!"

"What the hell?" I hollered and he pulled out really quick ... and held up
a very large ... banana!!  He said, "Well, since I can't stay hard enough
to fuck you and you wanta feel what it's like ..."  Now that I knew what it
was, I said, "Okay, let's try it again ... slowly!" so he began sliding it
into me, bit by bit, until he could barely hang onto the stem-end.  "How
does it feel?" and I said, "Now I know why you like me fucking you so
much!!"  He began a gentle in and out motion, doing unimaginable things
inside if me, hitting and rubbing against something that made my precum
flow like crazy.  It was driving me wild with lust when I felt my cock
being encased in a tight warmth.  I looked up to see that Jerry had turned
around (I'd been on my belly) and was sitting on my hard cock, facing my
feet, fucking my ass with the banana and stroking himself with his free
hand.  In less than a minute I was pumping seed into his sweet little ass
and he was shooting cum all over my legs!

It was so intense that we made good use of bananas (and a variety of other
vegetable and mineral dildos) during the rest of that long, hot summer.
But never a police baton, until ...

The cop had at least seven or eight inches of it in my ass and I had to
admit I was enjoying it even more than a banana.  But then he began sliding
it out and I felt empty.  "Put it back in, please!" I begged him.  But he
laughed and said, "I've got something you're going to like even better."  I
felt the coolness of lube being liberally worked into my ass with his
fingers ... and then the baton again.  But no ... wait.  It was warmerer
... and softer ... and harder ... and thicker than the baton ... a helluva
lot thicker!  And I realized he was trying to fuck me with his monster
cock!

"Stop!  I can't take that thing!  You promised you wouldn't hurt me!!"  He
said, "Two things: First, you said 'anything' and this is the 'anything' I
want to do if I'm gonna let you out of your very expensive citation.
Second, what I said was that I wouldn't hurt you ... much."  I began to
thrash around and struggle until he slapped me really hard on the ass and
said, "Stop it!!  You stop it right now or we get dressed and I drag your
sorry ol' ass off to jail.  Going 30 mph over the speed limit, driving too
fast for road & weather conditions, careless and imprudent, endangering the
safety of yourself and others, assaulting an officer ..."  That's when I
yelled, "I didn't assault you!" but he said, "No you didn't.  But I'll say
you did."

"So what's it gonna be?  A night or two in jail, a huge fine, loss of your
license and probably your job?  Or are you gonna lay there and take this
cock like the old whore you are?  I think we both know you really do want
me to fuck you!"  I thought about what he'd said and I had to admit he was
right.  I did want his cock in me, if only to see if I could take it.  But
I didn't think I could handle the pain, and I said, "You're right ... I do
want it.  But I just don't think it'll ever fit in me and it hurts so
much."

"That's all I wanted to hear," he said, as he reached into his pants pocket
one more time and pulled out a little brown bottle.  "What is it?" I asked,
afraid of the answer.  "It's called poppers," he replied.  "You sniff it
and it relaxes your muscles, especially the sphincter ... that's your"
... I stopped him and said, "I know what my sphincter is.  So you're saying
that sniffing that stuff will make my asshole relax enough to take your
cock?"  He smiled and nodded.  "Is it harmful?" I asked.  "No, you can buy
it in adult bookstores or online, all legal," he replied.  "You sniff it
first," I suspiciously said.  He took the cap off and held it to one
nostril, inhaling deeply.  "Wow!  What a rush!" he said as he handed it to
me.  I took a sniff and he said, "Deeper!  You've gotta inhale it."  So I
did.  Almost instanty, my head had an inflated feeling and my whole body
got hot ... and I felt mildly high.

"Mmmm," I said.  "That's nice." to which Mr. HyPo says, "Thought you'd like
it.  Now let's try this."  I felt a mild pushing at my anus and a gentle
"pop" which was followed by a feeling of awesome fulness.  And I just kept
getting fuller and fuller until I felt the scratchiness of his wonderful
red pubes pressing into my tender ol' ass cheeks.  "Mmmm," I said again.
"That really is nice.  What's next?"  He laughed as he bent down to lay on
top of my back and he actually chewed on my ear before he said, "What's
next is I'm gonna give you a fucking you will never forget." and he
proceeded to do just that.

Every stroke of that humongous cock went all the way in and all the way
out.  He was actually pulling even the head out, waiting for my pucker to
close up, and then ramming it back in again.  It hurt ... but in a good way
and every time I began to tense up or whimper, he would hold the little
brown bottle under my nose and say, "Sniff!!" and immediately the pain went
away, replaced by this wonderful feeling of ecstasy, like fucking and
floating on a cloud, all at the same time.

After ... hell, I have no idea how long.  But after awhile he pulled out of
my ass and said, "Roll over so I can look at you."  So I rolled onto my
back, he took my legs, raised them to his muscular shoulders, and said,
"You better take another whiff cuz I'm about to go even deeper!"  I
thought, "There's no way he can go deeper without killing me!" but I took a
deep sniff of the poppers and he slid his still hard cock into me.  He was
right!  He definitely did go deeper, but if anything, it felt even more
wonderful than before!!  He fucked me until I thought I'd died and gone to
heaven as I lay there looking into his beautiful green eyes ... and then he
leaned down ... and tenderly kissed me.  He said, "I've been wanting to do
that for too damn long."

Then he kissed me more passionately and as his intensity increased so did
the tempo of his fucking.  I could feel his big, low hanging balls swinging
against my butt with every thrust as the loud smacking sound sound of flesh
hitting flesh echoed through the old barn.  Faster and faster his stroking
into me went and the pain wasn't so wonderful now as the inhalant began to
wear off.  But I didn't care ... in fact, I liked the pain because to me,
it was a sign that I was being used by this gorgeous, big-dicked cop.  And
the pain made me more alert so I could feel and hear and smell
... everything!  I wanted to be aware of all that was happening with this
unbelievably sexy young patrolman!

"Oh, man!!  You feel so good ... so fucking good!" he said, and then
between gasps and moans he said, "I'm gonna cum!  I'm gonna cum!  Oh ... my
... God, Ronnie!  I'm cumming!" and he shoved deeply inside of me, burying
every inch to the hilt in my ass.  I know it's clichéd to say it,
but I felt his cum shooting into my ass and it was incredible.  No banana
or baton or dildo could ever do that!!  He jerked and spasmed as his balls
unloaded their treasure into me until finally, he sighed and collapsed on
top of me, thoroughly spent.  His head was nuzzled in the crook of my neck
and without thinking, I wrapped my arms around him and held him close.  His
cock was still in my ass and showed no signs of deflating any time soon.
And I was going to be so late for work.  But all I wanted to do at that
moment was hold this beautiful man in my arms for as long as he would lay
there and let me.

After a few moments, he raised his head and looked at me with those great
green eyes.  He kissed me sweetly and said, "Thank You, Mr. Johnson.  You
were awesome!!  It isn't often I can find somebody, male or female who can
take what I've got to give."  I replied, "I'm more than a little amazed
that I was able to.  That ... what did you call it?  Poppers?  That stuff
is incredible!!"  He laughed and said, "Well, it helps, but only if you're
willing.  Now," he said as he pulled his cock out of me (did he have to?)
and stood up, "We need to get your stretched-out ol' ass to work!"  He
reached down to help me up and I said, "I probably don't have a job
anymore."  He laughed and said, "You let me worry about that." as he gave
me a friendly slap on the ass.

We got dressed and headed for our cars.  He put on his vest, shirt and
belt, then turned to me and said, "Follow me." so I again found myself
again behind a highway patrol car until we pulled into the parking lot
where I worked.  He got out and followed me into the building where the
receptionist looked at the cop and said to me, "Mr. Oswald wants to see you
right away."  The cop followed me into the manager's office and before the
boss could utter one angry word, he stepped forward, shook the mean ol'
bastard's hand and said, "I'm Officer Schmidt, Mr. Oswald, and I want to
compliment you on the caliber of employees you hire.  If Mr. Johnson here
is a typical example, you are very fortunate, indeed."

Then he went into a story about how he had flagged me down on the side of
the highway and asked for my help with an accident which had just happened.
A car had gone off the road and down an embankment ant there were people
still inside, including two small children.  By the time he got done with
his tale, I looked like a hero and would probably be named Employee of the
Month!!

Before he left, as I was walking him to the door, he quietly said, "I'd
really like to see you again ... without the speeding!" and I replied,
"Well, I'd really like to see you again, too.  But on one condition."  He
looked at me with those green eyes of his and said, "Oh?  And what would
that be?"

"That you lay in a good supply of poppers!" I said, and making sure no one
was looking, I swatted him on his sweet, young ass!

It wasn't until after he was gone and I was reliving the experience in my
mind, that something brought me up short.  The first time that he kissed
me, he said, "I've been wanting to do that for too damn long."  Now what do
you suppose he meant by that.  Hopefully I'll find out ... next time.