Date: Mon, 11 Feb 2002 10:33:36 -0700
From: Clone Buggs <cqsqfq@hotmail.com>
Subject: Shifting Gear Chapter 6

Chapter 6

	"On the road again...Just can't wait to get on the road again..."
Country and Western is not my thing, but in the far edges of the state,
that's about all the radio will pull out of the ether, except for a few
very static ridden Mexican stations from south of the border.  I was headed
up the Apache mountains toward a small job in Mesa.  Seventy out of
Safford, through the San Carlos Reservation, is a dull drive for me, but it
picks up when the road starts to climb into higher elevations.
	there were several new calls on my beeper, but couldn't get a clean
cel to make a call on my phone.  I'd selected a few of the numbers that
looked promising, but they would have to wait.  I drove for an hour,
listening to hazy static on the radio, but mostly in silence.  I thought
about the past few days since I'd gotten my beeper.  My sex life had
improved dramatically.  Before the beeper, I'd have gone to a gay bar and
danced with a few guys, bought a few beers, and might have found a guy not
too drunk or too uptight to take back to my room to fuck with.  But more
often than not, I'd head back to my motel for a cold shower and a session
with my friend Harry Palm.  I was developing a real appreciation for John,
the previous owner of the beeper.  I decided I'd try tracking him down.
	At the top of the climb, before the decent into the valley.  I
picked up a bright and strong cel and pulled off the highway onto a rough
dirt road no better than a goat trail, and dialed the service provider for
my beeper.  The woman that answered immediately put me on hold.  I sat
there, waiting, thinking about jerking off, fondling my cock to stiffness.
	"Can I help you?"  Her voice was hurried and not very interested.
	"I hope you can.  I'm one of your beeper and cel phone customers."
I told her my name, and she pulled my account up on her monitor.
	"Yes, there you are Mr. Austin.  How may I help you?"
	"I guess this is going to sound a bit strange, but I'm trying to
contact the previous owner of my beeper."
	"Why would you want to do that?"
	"He apparently was a very popular guy.  I get a lot of calls for
him on this beeper."
	"Would you like us to issue you another beeper with a different
number?"
	"Not at all.  This one's fine.  I'd just like to find out how to
contact the previous owner to be able to give him some of his messages.
I've talked to a few of these people, and they seem worried about him."
	"I'm afraid we can't do that sir.  Our customers have a right to
privacy."
	"I understand that, but is there any way you can contact him and
give him a message for me?  He may choose not to call, but at least I'll
have tried."
	"Well, I can see in my records that the gentleman is no longer a
customer of ours.  I don't see how I can..."
	"If he's no longer a customer, then he can't complain if you call
and leave my beeper number for him; can he?"
	"I guess not."
	"Thanks sweety.  Next time I stop in, I'll bring you some flowers."
	"Oh you don't have to do that Mr. Austin."
	"Of course I do.  What's your name honey?"
	"Raylene, but really you don't..."
	"Just call for me Raylene.  You're a doll."
	"I'll call right now."
	"Thanks.  I'll see you next time I'm in town."
	"You're welcome Mr. Austin. Bye."
	"Bye hon."
	I was enjoying the sun on my exposed cock, stiff in my hand, and I
was slowly pulling on it.  I learned the trick from a Japanese guy I met in
a porn theater in years ago.  He showed me the technique of setting up a
slow rhythm pulling from the base of the cock to the head.  You never speed
up or change the rhythm once you have established it.  He told me it was an
ancient method to bring a cock that had shot too many loads back to life.
Well it works.  The sensation at first is that nothing is happening, but
ever so gradually, the pleasure begins to build and eventually even a cock
you think has shot its last load will perk up and shoot another wad.
	I had drifted off into a sort of dream state, carefully stroking my
cock.  My eyes were closed, and I was in some kind of blissed out state
when I felt a mouth on the head of my dick.  It startled me, and I jumped a
foot into the air, ramming my dick deep into the throat of my cocksucker.
He gagged, and jerked his head back through my window, bumping his head
hard on the frame of my car door.
	"Ooo Shit!"  I looked out to see a highway patrolman in full
uniform sprawled on the ground getting dusty.  He was wearing a helmet, so
he wasn't hurt so much as startled.
	"What the hell were you thinkin" I almost screamed at him.  He sat
up, and started brushing himself off.
	"I'm sorry.  I was riding by on the highway, and saw you parked up
here off the road.  At first I thought you might be having trouble, but
then I thought maybe something illegal might be going on.  I saw you
talking on your cel phone.  When I got close enough to see that big boner
you were working on, I thought it would be nice to taste it a little.  Do
you mind?"
	"I guess not.  You won't be the first, and hopefully not the last."
I opened my door and got out of the car.  I closed the door, and leaned
against the car with my dick pointed right at the cop's face.  He licked
his lips, and I could see a bulge growing in his uniform that at least
matched mine.  He crawled to me on his knees, his uniform getting dirtier
by the minute.  He swallowed my cock to the hilt, and went to work bobbing
on my rod.  His hands were feverishly working to pull his boner out of his
uniform, and when at last he had it free, he began stroking himself in
rhythm to his bobbing head.
	I had come so far on my own, I wasn't very far from blowing my
load.  I began to fuck into his throat, and held tight to his helmet while
I fed him cock.  He was moaning and jerking his meat in a blur.  Suddenly
his cock started to unload into the dust at my feet.  The sight of his cock
cream gushing out of his dick head caused me to shoot mine down his willing
throat.  He gobbled and sucked until my dick started to deflate no matter
how hard he sucked.
	"Thanks buddy.  I needed that.  Riding my cycle all day makes me so
fucking horny I could jump a coyote's hole."  He smacked his lips and stood
up brushing the dust out of his uniform.
	"You're welcome I'm sure.  Do you always sneak up on guys you want
to suck?"  He laughed.
	"Sorry about that.  You had such a hot looking boner I couldn't
resist.  I didn't think you'd mind a little suck action, but I guess it
must have been a surprise to feel my mouth on your dick.  You almost gave
me a tonsillectomy."
	"And I'm sorry about that.  You did startle me a bit."
	"So, do you ever get together with guys?"
	"All the time.  Why?  Are you interested?"
	"Might say that.  I don't get much opportunity.  I don't think
there is much action in this neck of the woods, and I don't get to Phoenix
or Tucson much.  I've heard from other cops that both places are crawling
with queers."
	"Well, I wouldn't say they were that thick, but certainly more
opportunities than you have here.  I don't live in this area, I travel
through once in a while on business.  How would we get together?  Do you
have a place?"
	"I've got a trailer, down in a canyon, not far from here.  You
could call me there nights, or maybe I could call you.  Where do you live?"
	"I don't, I'm on the road a hundred percent of the time.  I stay in
motels unless I have a friend who will put me up in exchange for a fuck."
	"Oh geez, would you like a place to spend the night?  I could use a
bone up my butt a time or two.  It's been so long, I've forgotten how it
feels."  I looked at my watch, it was a quarter past three.
	"I really should get into Mesa tonight so I can be at my next job
first thing in the morning.  What time do you get off shift?"  He whacked
at a dust streak on his pants with his gloves.
	"Actually, I'm off now.  I was just headed home when I saw your
vehicle off the road."  He adjusted his utility and gun belts, and looked
at me hopefully.  "I could get you started early enough to be in Mesa on
time in the morning.  I go on shift at five in the morning, and Mesa's not
that far away."  I thought about it for a moment, and decided I'd like to
sample a cop.  I don't think I had ever had the opportunity before.
	"Let me back out of here, and I'll follow you."
	"Hot damn!"  He slapped his palm with his gloves, and started back
down the goat track to his bike.  When I had backed out onto the highway
again, he was already pulling out onto the road.  I put it in drive, and
pulled out behind him.  We descended the winding road that was following a
small stream through the canyon, until he put on his left turn flasher, and
peeled off the highway onto a nearly hidden dirt road.  I followed closely
behind him, eating his dust.
	We descended into the narrow canyon, getting closer to the stream
as we went down.  Finally, the road widened out onto a flat area shaded by
huge cottonwood trees.  The stream was right there before I knew it.  He
pulled up next to a small trailer parked at the back of the flat area.  It
was surrounded by stands of beautifully colored Hollyhock flowers.  Their
tall stocks partially obscured the metal skin of the trailer, and made it
seem to fit into this sylvan glen.  I killed my engine, and stepped out of
the car.  Songbirds were singing in the trees, and hummingbirds were
flitting form flower to flower amid the hollyhocks.  A big yellow tomcat
crawled out from under the trailer, and stretched mightily, yawning and
showing a set of fangs big enough to terrorize most dogs.
	"This here's ol' Scudder.  He keeps the field mice and pack rats
out of my trailer.  I don't know where he came from; just showed up a few
months ago, and put himself to work.  He always lines up his kills for
inspection every morning, and after I praise his hunting skills, he eats
every last scrap.  From the number of mouse bodies, you'ld think this place
was overrun with `em, but I've never seen one alive around here."  He
scratched the cats tattered ears, and I heard it start up a small motor in
its throat.
	I tried to pet Scudder, but he had other ideas.  He hissed at me,
and laid his ears back.  Animals usually like me, but I didn't force the
issue.  I backed away, and backed into my cop friend.  He put a hand on my
shoulder and chuckled.
	"Took me two months of coaxing to get him to even take a treat out
of my hand.  He doesn't trust people very much."  I turned to him, and
offered my hand with my name.  He grinned and shook mine.
	"My mom and dad named me Santee, but that's too much for my cop
buddies, so they call me by my middle name which is Ross.  Take your pick,
I answer to either of them."  He started undoing his helmet, and headed for
the trailer.  I noticed it hadn't been locked, and that he had to bend down
to enter the small door.  He left it standing open behind him, and I
followed him inside.
	There were basically three areas to the place.  A traditional
living room with a couch against one end, a small kitchen area that made up
the center with a bathroom behind it with a sliding door for privacy.  I
could see beyond the toilet, a large bed that took up the entire third
section.  On a counter next to the couch, was a small TV with a built in
VCR.  Next to it was a stack of gay porn videos, and they were stacked on
at least a foot tall stack of what looked like porn magazines.  Next to the
couch, was a bottle of hand lotion, and a large box of tissues.  A small
plastic trash can lined with a grocery store bag, was half full of wadded
tissues.  Either Ross watched alot of sad shows and cried over the endings,
or the guy was into jacking off in a big way.
	He was back in the bedroom area taking off his uniform.  I could
see a small closet door standing open, and he'd removed his gun and utility
belt.  He was dragging his shirt out of his pants when he glanced over and
caught me watching him.
	"I gotta get out of this uniform.  I can't stand wearing clothes if
I don't have to.  Just make yourself at home, and get comfortable.  I can
swear to you I've got complete privacy down here in the canyon.  The only
time I've ever had a visitor down here, was a fisherman trying the stream
for trout.  I told him it was private property, and he was trespassing.
Since him there hasn't been anybody else come down.  That was over two
years ago, so if you want to get naked, nobody will care."
	I pulled my t shirt over my head, and sat down on the couch to take
off my boots.  He came to me through the trailer with his shirt open
completely, exposing a strongly built hairy chest, with two large stiff
nipples.  He was as tan as Eddy, and I suspected I wouldn't find a tan line
on him either.  He bent and pulled my left boot off.  He dropped it, and I
offered him my right boot.  It joined the other on the floor, and then Ross
sat down beside them and picked one up.  He stuck his face into the top of
the boot and inhaled deeply.  I saw his cock stir in his pants.
	I reached for his left boot, and pulled it off his foot.  I joined
him inhaling the odors of a working man's foot.  The smell was heady.  I
licked the inside of the rim and tasted the salty essence of his sweat.  I
pulled his other boot off, and took a deep whiff of its steamy odors as
well.  Both our dicks were growing hard as stone.  I put my sock covered
foot onto his cock mound, and rubbed him with my toes.  He moaned, and
started pinching his nipples with his thumbs and forefingers.  His cock was
fully erect under my foot and felt like steel.  I pulled off my socks, and
ran my toes across his hairy chest, taking over the pinching of his hard
nipples with my toes.  He began shivering.  He pawed at his belt, trying to
free his straining cock, and when he did, I could see he was really getting
off on my toe action.  I stood up, and dropped my pants around my ankles.
Since I wasn't wearing underwear, my boner slapped him across the mouth.
He didn't need another invitation to swallow my pole.  He sucked it down
like a starving man.
	I let him suck for a minute, then worked him off my dick.  I pushed
him down flat on the floor and lifted his legs by the cuffs of his pants.
He raised his butt, and his pants came free.  He was wearing purple bikini
briefs, which he'd managed to push down below his nuts.  His big boner was
drooling precum all in the pubic hair around his belly button.  He stroked
himself a time or two, then reached for me again.  I sat back down on the
couch, and reached for his rod with both my feet.  I ran my toes up and
down his cock, and he sagged with emotion and the feelings my toes were
bringing to his cock.
	He raised his legs up in the air, and spread himself open so I
could see his winking asshole.  I ran a toe over it, and stroked it back
and forth feeling the soft bud kiss my big toe each time I crossed over it.
I picked up the bottle of hand lotion and dribbled a little on my toes.  I
worked my big toe over his hole a few more times, until it was well lubed.
I pushed against his opening, and felt my big toe slide through his ring.
He was starting to beat his meat, and hump my toe.  with my other foot, I
pushed his hand away from his cock, and poured lube over his throbbing
bone.  The coolness of the liquid made him shiver, but I soon replaced it
with my whole foot sliding up and down his shaft on the sensual slick lube.
	Ross laid back, and pulled his legs even further apart.  He resumed
pinching his nipples and moaning while I jacked and fucked him with my
feet.  I tried slipping more toes into his butt, but couldn't manage it.
His ass ring was incredibly tight, and I wanted to feel it wrapped around
my dick.  I noticed a box of condoms that had gathered dust within reach on
the shelf by the TV.  I reached for them, and took one out.  He opened his
eyes and watched me suit my dick up for action with a grin spreading over
his face.
	I pulled my toe out of his butt, and he grabbed it and licked it
clean.  Then he grabbed my other foot, and cleaned it with his tongue as
well.  I told him to get on his knees with his body on the couch.  I
stepped behind him, and realized He had to stand up on his feet for my dick
to reach his hole.  I helped him into position, and stuffed his prepared
hole with my boner.  He let out a long low groan while I was sliding into
him, but stopped and started breathing hard when I touched bottom.
	"Take it easy babe," I said, resting with my cock completely inside
his body.  "Get used to me a little."
	"It feels so fucking big in me.  I haven't been fucked in so long
I've forgotten how it feels."
	"How long's it been?"
	"Oh shit, over a year.  I took a vacation and went to LA for a
week."  He pushed back on my cock.  I pulled out of him an inch or so and
then pushed back inside.
	"I met a guy in a bar on Sunset Boulevard.  He was a salesman in
town for a few days.  He stayed with me in my hotel room and fucked me
silly.  I think he must have plugged me ten or eleven times in two nights.
He was married, but told me he liked to get away from his wife and fuck men
every once in a while.  I gave him my number, but he never called."  I
stroked out and then back into his tight hole.  He moaned, and reached back
and grabbed my ass cheeks.
	"After he left, I tried everything I could think of to hookup with
some other guys, but that bunch of LA fags are so picky.  I got a few blow
jobs in toilets, and one guy told me about a Park that was hot on weekends,
but nobody wanted to fuck."  I began to slow stroke him and felt the
pressure of his tight hole gripping my cock.  I put a hand on the back of
his neck, and leaned into his ass.  My speed was picking up, and he was
kneading my ass cheeks hard.  I felt something strange around my dick, and
suddenly his asshole opened around the base of my cock, and he passed a
loud fluttering fart.
	"Oh geez man!  I'm sorry.  I'm just not used to having a dick up my
butt."
	"You want me to pull out?"
	"No fucking way.  I want it harder and as long as you can do it.  I
need this.  Pound my ass baby."  I took him at his word, and started
whipping my dick in and out of him as fast as I could.  Our skin was
slapping together, making smacking sounds as the sweat moisture began to
build.  It wasn't long before I felt my nuts tighten up against the base of
my dick.
	"I'm gonna blow any second Ross," I grunted in his ear.
	"Then stop.  Slow down, don't cum yet.  I want you to fuck me all
night if you can manage it."  I slowed to a stop, and pulled my cock out of
his hole.  I pressed it down between my legs hard, to curb the sensation of
cuming.  After a moment it passed, and I let it soften slightly before I
stuffed it back into him.
	Within a minute, I was banging his butthole like a pile driver, and
within another minute, I was on the verge again.  I pulled out and twisted
my dick hard between my legs to stop the building eruption.
	"Lets change positions Ross.  Lay on the couch and I'll go in on
top."  He got into position, and spread his legs exposing his tight little
hole to my dickhead again.  His boner was red and swollen on his stomach.
I pushed into him, and he pulled back on his legs to get as much of my dick
into him as possible.  I could see he was as close as I was, and decided to
work on him while I pounded him hard.  I poured a dollop of lotion into my
palm, and stroked it up and down his swollen cock.  He started writhing as
my cock sent him into overdrive.  I felt myself begin to tip over the edge,
and at the same time felt his cock start to flex in my hand.  His piss tube
bulged, and his ass ring tightened on me and we both started blowing our
wads.  Mine deep in his butt, and his all over his sweaty mat of chest
hair.
	He and I were both moaning, and I collapsed on top of him, my dick
still buried to the hilt.  We laid there breathing hard, feeling our cocks
go soft.  Finally mine oozed out of him followed by another blubbering
fart.
	"Geez," he said.
	We bathed in a deep hole in the cold stream with ol' Scudder
watching us from the bank.  Afterwards, he fired up a little outdoor grill,
and cooked some steaks.  He opened a can of early peas, and toasted some
chunks of Indian bread he said he got from an Apache woman on the
Reservation.  We washed it down with beer, and watched the light go out of
the canyon.
	Scudder's ears seemed to catch every tiny sound as he sat on the
ground near Ross' bare foot. Finally, the cat stood on all fours, stretched
and sauntered off into the gathering night.  We watched him go,
disappearing into the Hollyhocks like a fading ghost.  I looked up at the
stars that were beginning to twinkle in the deep blue velvet sky.
	"Beautiful."  I said quietly.
	"Yeah.  It is."  We sat there until the chill brought goose bumps
to our naked flesh.
	"You want to watch a video?"  I realized I couldn't see Ross
distinctly anymore.  His body was just a faint lightness against the dark.
	"Sure, what have you got."
	"Come on in and take your pick."  He got us another pair of beers,
while I looked over his selection of films.  I picked one that promised
pretty much what they all promised, and slipped it into the VCR.  I punched
the power button on the set, and hit play.  The screen glowed with a
closeup of a pair of lips around a massive boner.  Ross sat down beside me
on the couch, and handed me a beer.  With his still cold hand, he reached
for my flaccid cock, and been fondling me.  I sipped my beer, and watched
the screen.  I guess I was feeling a little tired.  Great sex night after
night sort of takes it out of you after awhile.  I set my beer down on a
small end able, and relaxed into the soft couch and spread my legs for
Ross.
	He manipulated my cock to another hardon, and I watched his head
slowly bob up and down in my lap through tired slits of eyes.  He sucked me
like a calf would suck a teat, deep and swallowing my shaft with his throat
muscles.  He reached for the lotion, and squeezed a dollop into his palm,
and began to lube my butthole.  his thumb found its way inside me, and he
fucked me with his stiff little digit until I began to squirm.
	He pulled his thumb out of me, and reached for the condoms on the
shelf.  Suited up, I helped him slide into me, and sighed as he reached
bottom and began slow stroking my ass.  He pinched my nipples, and I
pinched his.  He rocked into me with increasing speed, and I felt my need
to cum begin to rise.  I took the lotion from the end table and squeezed a
gob into my hand.  It felt cool and slick on my swollen shaft.  I stroked,
trying to match his rhythm.  He pushed my hands away and took over stroking
my cock.  His left hand worked up and down the shaft while he gripped and
pulled my nuts with his right.
	We kept this up for what seemed like an hour, until I felt my cream
begin to boil in my nuts.  I arched my back, and clamped down on his cock.
He let out a deep breath, and I felt him flex his cock inside me and I
started to cum in his hand.  He shivered once, and emptied himself into my
ass.
	We laid together for a while, then got up and headed to the
bedroom.  The next thing I knew, there are birds singing right in my ear,
and he's shaking me awake.  He's dripping wet, and toweling himself dry.
	"The streams really beautiful this morning," he smiled.  "a little
ice around the edges, but not too cold yet."
	"I think I'll call in sick and sleep the rest of the day."  I was
mumbling, and squinting at him through slits trying to keep the light out
of my eyes.
	"Fine with me, but I've got to get to work.  If I don't report in
on my radio by five, they send somebody to check on me.  If you want to
call, you'll have to get out of the canyon, the cels don't reach down
here."
	"Good.  I'll sleep until nine, and drive up to the ridge to call.
Can you set the alarm clock for me?"
	"Sorry bud, I don't own one."  He started pulling on a pair of
green bikinis that fit his cock just right.
	"How the hell do you wake up this early without one?"
	"Scudder," he grinned, and reached for something in the kitchen
area.  He held a large dead rat up for my inspection.  "Four of these pack
rats this morning.  More than a dozen field mice.  He's chowing down out
side now.  I just wanted to show you one."
	"Thanks a lot."  I wrinkled my nose while he chuckled.  He
disappeared into the front of the trailer, and I heard him tell the cat
what a good job he was doing.  When he returned, he started quickly getting
dressed.  As he finished strapping his gun on, he bent to kiss me on the
stubbled cheek.
	"Will you be here when I get back this afternoon?"
	"I don't know.  If I'm not, I'll leave you a number for my beeper
so you can find me."
	"Good deal.  I got to go."  He waved at me, and I felt the trailer
wobble a little as he stepped outside.  A moment later, I heard the roar of
his bike warming up and then take off up the road out of the canyon.  I
think by the time he was out of earshot, I was asleep again.
	I woke slightly, when ol' Scudder joined me on the bed and curled
up on Ross' pillow and turned on his little motor.  It was after noon
before I woke again.