From: legacy@txdirect.net (Seth Anderson)
Subject: The Week of a Lifetime
Date: Thu, 01 Aug 1996 20:55:22 GMT
Organization: Internet Direct, Incorporated

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     CONTAINMENT

     * Sexual material relating to two consenting adult males
     * Explicit descriptions of male/male sexual activity
     * Multi-part document including rape non-consensual sexual activity

                     !!!! YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED !!!!

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                            The Week of a Lifetime.

I either have the best of luck, or the worst of luck.  I guess it all
depends on your point of view.  I'm still trying to decide.  Over the past
week so much has happened to me, that I am stunned by it all.  First was
the police officer, then the cowboy, followed by the Marine, then the three
Army dudes, then the one time with that gang, and then my own best friend.
I figure I might as well tell my stories as they happened.

Part One: Caught With My Pants Down

It all occured one rather non-interesting day.  Everything started out as
usual, for sure.  I was taking a week off from work to go to Austin and see
my best friend, Chris.  I was staying in San Antonio, about two hours away,
so I didn't really mind the drive.  I left my apartment at around 5, headed
to Austin.  I should have arrived in Austin at 7, so I was leaving and
arriving at good times.  The journey was a quiet one, as I just followed
signs and roads all the way to Austin. About 6pm, as I got to a picnic
area, I pulled over.  

For one thing, thinking about my boyfriend already made me horny and
figured I would take a small break just to relieve myself.  As I pulled in,
I parked behind a police car.  I was listening to my favorite song, so I
waited for it to finish before I got out of my car.

Just as the song was ending, a police officer slowly walked out of the
public bathroom and over to his car.  He sat on the hood of the car, took
off his hat and wiped the sweat off his forehead.  I have never
particularly fallen for a cop, since I think their egos are already big
enough, but I was about to make a major exception.

The song ended and I turned off my car.  Taking a deep breath, I stepped
out of my vehicle casually, and slowly walked toward the bathroom.  He
noticed me and nodded and I smiled in return.  I responded quite
automatically, "Hey there.  How are you doing today?"  His response was,
"Gettin' better."  What shocked me was the deep pitch of his voice.  It was
so deep, I swear I felt the ground shake around his car.

I placed him about the early-30s in age.  He had blond hair, very short on
top and shaved around the sides almost to bare skin.  He was wearing a
short-sleeve shirt which betrayed bulging muscles.  His smile was the most
perfect smile I've seen in a long time.  He had no facial hair to speak of,
which I thought a little odd, since that is one stereotype of cops I make.

I walked past him and right in to the bathroom.  Though I had done nothing
yet, my heart was pounding rapidly.  I looked back out the door at him, and
he stared right at me, and into my eyes.  I jumped back out of view, and
turned to use the stall in the corner.  However, I noticed the corner was
directly in front of his car, given about fifteen feet away, and I looked
through the small window back at him.  The only thing was, he wasn't there.

That's when I heard him walk into the bathroom.  I froze.  I didn't know
what he was going to do, and I didn't feel like pissing off a cop, not
today.  I walked out of the stall and there he was, getting undressed.  

He slowly unbuttoned his top shirt, and took it off.  He was wearing a very
tight white t-shirt underneath.  I walked over to the sink next to him to
wash my hands.  His chest was extremely muscular, and his arms were huge.
I thought that the t-shirt would rip if he had flexed any one muscle.

He looked at me and smiled.  "My name is Richard Hunter, but you can call
me Rick."  And he stuck out his hand to shake mine.  

"My name is Greg.  Pleased to meet you, Rick."  He shook my hand.  "Are you
off for the night?"

"Yup, just got off duty.  I'm heading back to Austin, but I like to come
out here a lot and look around."  At that, he removed his t-shirt.  He had
very well-defined abs, and I got to see (close up, mind you) his upper
body.  I thought I would passout just from the sight of him.  He was hairy:
the hair was dense on his chest; only a small stream of hair stretched from
his abs down below his belt buckle.  Being that he was probably 6'6" in
height, I was amazed at the size of his chest.  He definitely took care of
himself.

I washed my hands, and he asked me where I was heading.  "I'm going to
Austin to see my boyfriend."  Damn!  It was too late; I had said it.  I
thought for sure he was going to attack me.

"Really?"  Rick removed his shoes and socks.  "That's cool."  My nightmare
just turned into a dream.  "How long have you two been together?"

I stood up to face him, in all his beauty.  "About two years.  A wonderful
two years."

"Nice.  Do you love him?"  He started undoing his pants.  His smile didn't
leave his face the entire time he was talking to me.

"Yes, I do.  I love him more than life itself."  Okay, a cliché, so sue me.
I do love him, and that wasn't a lie.

He slid down his pants and took them off.  All that he wore now were a pair
of green boxers.  I was tempted just to touch him, and I did.  I don't know
why, but I did.  My hand moved forward and I touched his chest, and slid
slowly down the middle of his chest, feeling the hair pass under my
fingers.  Before I realize what I had done, the smile left his face.

"Now, wait.  I have no problem with you, but I really don't like that kind
of stuff.  I have a girlfriend, and I really love her."  He grabbed my hand
and pushed it away.

"I'm sorry, Rick.  I didn't mean to upset you.  I have to go anyway."  And
with that I walked out of the bathroom.  I got back to my car, my heart
pounding in my chest.  As I unlocked the door, he ran from the bathroom
heading right for me.  At this point, he was wearing a tight pair of jogger
shorts and a tank top.

He ran up to the car window, which I rolled down.  "Greg, don't go, please.
I was just nervous, I'm sorry, since I've never done anything with a guy
before.  My girlfriend and I just broke up a few months ago, and I haven't
done anything since then."  For the first time, I could see, even through
his smile, a sense of nervous fear.  

I got out of the car and stood facing him.  "It's okay, it really is."  At
that, he put his arms around me.  He hugged me quite tightly, not to a
point of pain, but I felt his muscles up against my body.  His broad
shoulders seemed to help  him in his endeavor to hold me.  I looked into
those blue eyes of his, and was in what felt like a trance.

"I know you have to be in Austin," he said, "and I know you have a
boyfriend, but do you think we could do something before you go?"

At this point, his objective was clear to me, and I was more nervous now
than ever. 
I smiled at him.  "What do you want?" I asked of him.  He smiled once
again, and for the first time, he kissed me.  "What do you need?" he
succinctly asked in return.  I whispered back, "What do you want to give?"
He just smiled.  It seemed that's all he ever did -- that smile was lethal,
I swear.  He slowly let go of me, and said to me, "You're in charge.  What
ever you want, I'll do.  No questions asked."

This was too good to be true.  "No questions?  None?"  His hands held
firmly onto my shoulders.  "None whatsoever.  If you want to ask the
questions, then you can.  I won't ask a single question until it's over."
"And, I'm not going to get taken to jail?"

His grin became wider, and he almost let out a small laugh.  "No, of course
not.  Granted, there are cops out there who would, but I have a newer
definition of the phrase 'public servant.'  And, I am here now, with you,
to serve you."  At that, he released me.  I got a blanket from my car.  I
looked at him, and said, "Follow me."

I walked back into the bathroom, and he was right behind me.  In a neat
stack, his uniform rested.  I turned around, leaning on one of the sinks,
and faced him.  I put my hand on his tank top, just letting it rest there.
I slid my hand down into his shorts, purposely placing my hand right over
his cock on top of his boxers.

I rubbed up gently on his cock, just letting my hands trace it through his
boxers.  "That is sure a load," I commented.  Oh, I couldn't help it.  It
excited me just being so close to him.  The idea of fucking him excited me,
but so did the idea of him fucking me.  His smile returned, followed with a
"Thanks."  

I pulled my hand out, and grabbed his tank top.  I moved the right side
together with the left side, only to reveal two dark nipples.  I started
sucking on his right nipple, and he chuckled.  It obviously tickled him,
but I still didn't stop.  I nibbled on his left for a moment.  Then I
released the top, and slid my hands inside it altogether and moved my hands
to feel his back.  He just stood there, smiling happily.  I laid the
blanket on the floor and stood back up.  "Take off my clothes."  

He did indeed comply, and he was very gentle and patient about the way he
did it.  He removed my shirt, removed my shoes and socks, and slowly
unbuckled my pants, allowing them to slid downward.  Of course, through my
boxers, my head was already poking out, and I didn't care.  He slid my
boxers down to the ground, and he looked up -- not at me, but at my cock.
He touched my cock, feeling it for the first time.  His hands were quite
powerful, and that I could tell with his touch.

I couldn't help but say it: "You have one hell of a body.  You would excite
either male or female, doesn't matter."  He started blushing.  

I removed his tanktop, and he lifted his arms in compliance.  I guided
Rick's hands and placed them holding on to the wall of the first stall.  My
hands slid started at his wrists and slid down his arms and into his armpit
hair.  He was sweating a little, that was obvious.  I didn't mind; after
all, he was nervous.  My hands continued to glid down his chest, through
the hair.  Once they reached his shorts, I stopped.  I squated down as much
as I needed to to give my mouth access to his chest, and I let my toungue
have fun licking his hair, licking, sucking, and nibbling on his nipples,
whatever I felt like doing.  My toungue glided down his happy trail, and I
once more stopped when I got to his shorts.

I unbuttoned his shorts and, unzipping them, reached in his boxers and
pulled out his cock.  I refused to remove his clothes completely.  It adds
more excitement for me.  I told him to sit down, which he did.  Once I got
into position, I went down on him.  My hands explored his chest, rubbing
against all his hair.  He moaned softly as I deep-throated him.  It wasn't
as easy as it sounds.  His cock must have been an easy ten inches long and
at least three in girth.  I was choking, but I didn't care.  I just kept
going down on him for about thirty minutes before he finally moaned that
deep moan, and I knew he was getting close.  

I sat in his lap and put my arms around him.  He put his arms around me as
well, and I positioned myself right on to his cock.  I gave the order:
"Fuck me, and fuck me now."  I leaned back just as he jammed his cock up my
ass.  The one thing I neglected to bring was lubricant, so it hurt like
hell, but I was used to it anyway.  My reflexes were working overtime: my
head jerked back, and I moaned.  "Are you okay?" he asked sincerely.  "No
questions," I answered back, "and just keep doing what you are doing."  He
pulled me closer and pushed me away.  

"Deeper," I commanded.  This guy was probably the best fucker I had ever
had.  The pain subsided slowly as he continued to make his way into my
body.  He pushed deeper and deeper into me.  He kissed me on my neck.  I
moaned again at feeling his cock throb inside of me.  He held on to me, his
cock pulling out and pushing in.  For about thirty minutes, he continued to
fuck me, then he started shivering.  He asked me if I wanted him to cum in
me, and I, of course, pleaded for him to do so. I felt his cock pulse and
throb, then his load emptied into my body.  It was hot and nice.  But, he
still didn't stop.  He continued to shoot his load inside my body, so to
the point where it started dripping out of my ass.  

Though he was "finished," from what I thought, he kept pulling out and
pushing in, jerking my body for another hour at least.  By the time he was
ready to cum again, I ordered him to cum on my face.  He pulled his dick
from my ass, and started jacking off.  He was getting closer, and I was
dying in anticipation.  Finally, after another ten minutes, he cam again --
for the second time, an even heavier load this time around.  I tried to
take as much of it that I could, but even that was too much for me.  As I
swallowed the cum, he kept cumming on my chest and my face.  There was no
part of my face that was not covered in cum.  Still jacking off and
releasing his cum, he finally finished after a good two minutes.  I was
covered with his hot cum and he collapsed, exhausted next to me.

He was panting as if he was out of breath.  I would be too after that.  He
rolled over and extended his arms above his head.  I grabbed a corner of
the blanket and started wiping my face.  As I did so, I heard him say,
"Greg, I apologize.  I didn't mean to do that to you."  He said it so
apologetically, that I felt bad.  He didn't understand how much I had
enjoyed that.  So, I made it known to him.  "Rick, you are by far the  I've
best lover I've ever had.  Don't apologize; that was great.  But, damn,
boy, that is a lot of cum."  He smiled and blushed at the same time.

It was already dark outside and only the lights of the bathroom were on.
We just sat there, and he obviously did not know what to say.  So, I just
took control again.  As if I had ever lost it to begin with.  I stood up
and spread my legs about shoulder width.  "Suck it," I commanded.  He got
on his knees, and with his mouth, he enveloped the head of my cock.  I
leaned my head back.  I grabbed his head and slowly guided his mouth.  It
felt so good what he was doing.  For a beginner, he wasn't far from
excellent.  He moved back and forth, and I finally let my head fall
forward, and he looked up as I looked down.  Our eyes connected but for a
moment, until I closed my eyes due to the stress I was taking.  

I tried to force my cock as far down his throat as I could, and
unbelievably, he took all of it.  My hands held tightly onto his shoulders
as I pulled out, only to push right back in.  It was ecstatic: he knew
where to go, what to do.  And he did it well.  He was doing a fantastic job
on my extremely stiff cock, and he knew it.  After about an hour, I finally
felt the intensity in my balls building as they started to tingle
uncontrollably.  I had no choice but to push him away.  I wanted to cum in
him, up his ass not down his throat.  He got the impression, though, and I
was pleased.  What he did next surprised me: he positioned himself on his
hands and knees, looking away from me.  I was quite impressed.

I stood behind him, and shoved my cock up his ass, now.  I let my hands
slide up his extremely built, extremely hairy legs.  I slid my dickup his
ass, which wasn't quite as easy as it may sound.  "Fuck, you're tight!"  He
winced at the pain; he wasn't used to this, so I was gentle.  I kept
pushing my shaft up his ass, and he tensed even more while simultaneously
moaning.  His face winced as the pain grew, but I knew he could handle it.
I pulled out and pushed back in.  He lifted himself up on to his elbows,
just to watch what I was doing.  As I pushed in deeper this time, his head
fell back and he moaned.  I was getting ready to stop when he said, "That
feels so good.  Keep going, please!"  I started going a little faster.  His
nipples were as hard as they could be, and I gently squeezed both of them.
I continued to rub his chest, allowing my hands to explore all the hair.

I pushed harder and deeper, and he pleaded with me to stop, and I complied.
To fuck him was one thing, but to hurt him was another.  And the later, I
could not do in good conscience.  I pulled out of him and sat down on the
blanket.  He was breathing harder now, and he turned around and sat down on
top of my dick.  My dick went in so fast, I could not help but moan loudly.
Had anyone been in the area, they would have heard.  He bounced on top of
me, moving my dick in and out.  After thirty minutes of this new action, I
felt my balls tingle once again.  He pumped me for what seemed an eternity.
My balls exploded, and I finally shot my load into his tight ass.  He
moaned as I moaned.  I was finished, but he wasn't.  He kept pumping me for
the next five minutes.  He still didn't stop.  He kept pumping me, just
moving me in and out.  Another thirty minutes elapsed, and I exploded
another full load up his ass.  I fell forward on to his body exhausted, now
more than ever.  My cock grew limp.  He finally got up off my cock, and it
easily slipped out.  

Rick asked, "Do you think you can handle one more load?"  I just looked at
him.  "Whatever for?"  "I want to taste your cum in my mouth," was all he
said.  His eyes put me into another trance.  I nodded, but I really don't
think I nor he was aware of what he was asking.  I leaned back on my
elbows, and his mouth once more enveloped my cock.  

I was not prepared for the onslaught that he was about to give me.  He
didn't let go of my cock for almost two hours, not even once.  He pumped me
harder than he had while I was fucking him.  He went down on me for so
long, I thought I really would die of a heart attack.  He really did want
me to cum, and apparently he was desperate.  I lost all track of time past
this point.  All I know is that what he was doing to me felt beyond
awesome.  All I cared about was pleasing him.  If he wanted me to cum, I
would, and nothing could stop me.  He pumped for God knows how long, and
all of a sudden, with my balls tingling as they do, my cock started
throbbing as another load of cum exploded right into his mouth.  I shivered
as it came out.  He couldn't contain all of it, and it began to drip out of
his mouth and down his chest.  I moaned, almost wanting to cry; never in my
life had I ever had this good of a time, nor did it ever feel this good.

He smiled at me when I was truly finished.  "There," he started, "you can't
say that I never sucked you dry."  Though panting, and nearly hoarse, I
commented anyway.  "Dry?  I won't be able to cum for the next month!"  

"I hope what you said wasn't true.  Because, I sure hope to see you in less
than a month."  At that, he carried me back into the bathroom, and I got
dressed.  My entire body ached, as I am sure his did too.  He hugged me and
gave me a rather long kiss.  We got our clothes on again, and headed out
for our cars.  I grabbed my blanket, and he grabbed his uniform.

As I was getting ready to get into my car, Rick ran up to me.  I had
figured he would never want to see me again, considering what had just
happened.  He handed me a single sheet of paper, upon which he wrote "Call
me sometime and we can get together." followed by his cell phone number.  I
looked up at him, and said, "That's a promise, and a date!"

I left him at the picnic area, almost seven hours after I first arrived.
The name "Richard Hunter" played through my mind all the night as I
recalled the wonderful events that took place during the day.

Part Two: Coming soon...