Date: Tue, 27 Apr 2004 05:43:55 +0000
From: Chuck Fauker <militarystudusa@hotmail.com>
Subject: Meet My Uncle Harry, Part 5, Typical Paulie

Before I turned 16, My Uncle Harry, Tony, and the boys at the garage had
helped me to get a hold of an older motorcycle.  Something I could fix up
with some help and still small enough for me to handle.  I took a good six
months of work in my off hours at the garage to fix up.  It wouldn't have
taken that long, except that my off hours were also filled with getting
fucked everyway to Sunday by my Uncle Harry, the owner Tony, his sons,
Paulie and Frankie, and a few other guys at the garage.  Before my bike was
ready, either Uncle Harry or one of the other guys would pick me up from
school to go to work.  Pretty often that was Paulie.

Paulie would fuck anything with two legs in a heartbeat.  And I'm not
entirely sure he wouldn't go the way of the quadruped on a drunken dare.
For him gender and age were never a problem.  It was about getting his dick
wet, busting his nut and moving on to the next.  It was thrill and
conquering.

One day I walked out from school to meet Paulie at the curb where he usually
picks me up.  I saw his Harley parked there, the chrome flashing blindly in
the sunlight and the green, yellow, and red flames on black reflecting the
scenery back in their various hues.  I knew he would go far from his bike so
I stood still and listened quietly.  It only took a few seconds to hear the
familiar grunting of Paulie having sex accompanied by the muffled moans and
squeaks of a woman. I just grinned and leaned against his bike waiting for
him to finish.

A few minutes later, Paulie came around the corner of the library where the
dumpster was.  His wifebeater was pulled behind his head, his gold chain and
medallion flashed in the sunlight against his sweat-glistened chest. He was
still fastening the buttons on his ripped jeans as he walked toward me, his
belt buckle clanging as it swung free.  He grinned at me when he saw me
through mirrored wrap-around glasses.  I laughed and shook my head.  As he
reached me, pulling his shirt back over his head, my English teacher walked
out from around the corner as well, straitening her hair and skirt.  She
startled when she saw me standing with Paulie. We both just laughed and I
winked at her. She hurried back inside the library to her last class.

Paulie adjusted his still half-hard cock in his jeans.  As he came around
the bike it thrust two sticky fingers under my nose.  "Here kid, smell
this!"  I jerked back, wiping Mrs. Swift's pussy juices from my face with my
hand.

"Asshole" I retorted.  "You couldn't wait around five minutes without
finding someone to fuck?"

"Hey bud, she came on to me like her pussy was aching something bad.  I did
her a favor."  He swung one leg over the bike and I climbed up behind him.
"Hell she had me fuck her in the ass so I could cum in her and her husband
wouldn't know.  I love freaky bitches like that" I laughed as he gunned the
Harley's engine.  I grabbed his belt as we sped off to the garage for work.

Barely out of sight of my high school, Paulie reached for my hand and placed
it on his crotch.  Even I, who had been on the receiving end of his libido
more times than I could remember, couldn't believe this man's sex drive.  He
was hard already and throbbing through the denim. He was just one huge
walking testosterone package.  Even though I couldn't see it, I could
clearly imagine the crooked grin across his face as I popped the buttons on
his jeans and pulled his meat from its denim prison.

He was still hot and sticky from the cum load he had dumped in Mrs. Swift's
asshole.  I felt a sting of jealousy that it wasn't my ass that had gotten
dumped in, but it passed quickly know that it probably would be my ass
before I made it home that night.

I stroked Paulie as we rode.  It was one of his favorite things,
masturbating while riding his bike.  He'd do it himself if there wasn't
someone to give him a reach around.  He wasn't shy about it either.  But I
don't know if anyone ever reported him for public indecency.

Shortly before we made it to the Garage, we were forced to stop at a
stoplight.  As we waited, still idly stroking on Paulie's cock while he
leaned into me, a state trooper cruiser pulled up beside us.

The area of Connecticut where we live is made up of small towns, all
patrolled by a handful of Resident troopers.  Because of this, it was pretty
easy to know just about every trooper out there.  Paulie and his family know
most of them personally, since they serviced a lot of the bikes, and
therefore a lot of the bikers and "criminal types" in the area at the
Garage.

Behind his mirrored aviator sunglasses Trooper Owens saw the two of us and
what we were doing.  I could tell he was fighting a grin to look serious.
He waved us over to and empty, tree-shaded parking lot between a catholic
church and a beauty and tanning salon.  Paulie pulled under the shade of
some trees near the rear of the parking lot as I stuffed his cock back into
his jeans.  I only managed to get one of the buttons fastened when we
stopped.  Trooper Owens pulled up besides us.

Trooper Owens was easily over six feet tall, broad of shoulder and trim of
waist.  He was clean shaven and handsome as a movie star with bright blue
eyes and a square jaw line.  His brown hair was short and so cut so high it
was somewhere between a buzz cut and a Mohawk and razor-shaved on the sides
and back.  He stepped out of his cruiser, placing his hard round hat on his
head as he did, to look official. His uniform shirt was light blue and a
leather suspender crossed from his left shoulder to his utility belt.  His
pants were dark blue and tucked into knee-high boots.  All of his leather on
his boots and belt was shined to a mirror finish.

He crossed his arms, straining the fabric of his starched shirt with his
muscles.  "What the fuck were you thinkin' Paulie?"  He said in a low,
smooth voice.

Paulie was sitting back on his bike, hands resting on his thighs
nonchalantly.  I was scared and didn't know what to do.  I clung to the back
of the bike, not daring to move too much, trying not to draw attention to
myself.  What if this got reported and my folks found out. What if they
found out everything; about Uncle Harry and the guys at the Garage and
everything else?

"Just havin' a little fun, Stevie, ain't no big fuckin' deal." Paulie said,
obviously at ease.

"What I see here could be a big fuckin' deal.  A real big fuckin' deal.
We're talking an obviously underage boy jerkin' your prick on a public road.
  How many fuckin' violations does it take Paulie, to make it a big fuckin'
deal in your book?"  Trooper Owens was defiantly intimidating when he got
angry and he was really angry yet.  And I told you not to call me Stevie."

Paulie stepped off the bike now and went toward Trooper Owens.  He had to
look up a little to look into Trooper Owen's eyes.  "What you gonna fucking
charge me, STEVIE?" Paulie spat into Trooper Owen's face.  "I got too much
dirt on you for you to do that.  Like the time you and I banged your
boyfriend out at the campground.  Or how bout the time I fucked you in that
sex club in Providence while all the other fucks in there jerked off on ya?
What about those?"

One minute I thought the two of them were gonna start swinging.  Then the
next thin I knew, the two of them were kissing.  Trooper Owens squeezed
Paulie's biceps with his gloved hands and Paulie's hands pulled the two of
them together.  Their tongues battled one another for supremacy, both
moaning and saliva beginning to slid down their chins.  I just stared shock
for a second, and then grinned, my apprehension lifting.

When they pulled apart, they were both grinning.  "Goddamn fucker..." Trooper
Owens mumbled.  He reached down to adjust his now bulging crotch in his
uniform.  "I'll make you a deal.  You help take care of me and I'll make
this all go away."  He grinned as he spoke and stepped back from Paulie to
rest one arm on top of his car, crossing on foot in front of the other.

Paulie tucked his thumbs behind his belt buckle and stood with his legs
spread wide.  "What do you want Steve? You want a piece of the boy or you
want a piece of me?"

"Oh I think I'm about due for a piece of you.  You never have given up that
ass for me, even though you know how bad I've wanted it."  Owens let a big
Colgate-smile grin spread across his face and tilted his head meaningly
toward Paulie's crotch.  "Otherwise I might have to report your flagrant
impropriety with this young boy here."

Paulie hesitated a moment, looking between me and Owens.  Not one to ever
give into anybody, Paulie threw in the towel and started dropping his pants.
  "All right fucker.  Have it your way.  But you don't know what you're
missing with the kid here."

"I'm sure I'll find out some day."

Paulie dropped his jeans down to the tops of his boots and turned around.
He bent over, bracing himself against his bike while Ownes unzipped his
pants to haul out his engorged meat.  Owens spread Paulie's cheeks apart and
let a big luggie fly, hitting Paulie's winking asshole dead center.  He
fisted his cock and rubbed the lube into Paulie's crack.  I just sat on the
bike as the built Trooper fucked Paulie's ass in broad daylight in a parking
lot. When the two of them had some momentum going, Paulie reached over and
pulled my boy cock from my jeans. He sucked me off, swallowing my cum right
before Owens unloaded into his shitter.  The cop grunted like a while animal
when he orgasmed!

Owens pulled out and quickly stuffed his messy cock back into his trousers.
He gave Paulie a good smack on his ass and went to get back into his cruiser
when Paulie said, "Hold on a goddamn second.  How you gonna bust yur nut in
me and not give me so much as a fucking reach around.  You gonna leave me
with this?"  Paulie grabbed his cock and pointed at it with the other.

Giving in, Owens said, "Fine.  Get over here."  Paulie walked over to where
Ownes was sitting in the front seat of his cruiser.  He grabbed Paulie's
hips and went to town, doing a hell of a job sucking Paulie's thick prick.
They knocked Ownes hat off into the car as Paulie's hips started swinging,
fucking Owens' face good.  Paulie held the back of Owens head and force his
rod all the way down the Trooper's throat as he let loose with his load.

Paulie stepped back and pulled his jeans back up.  "Always a pleasure to see
you Officer."  He smiled as he rebuttoned his jeans.

"Yeah.  Just watch what you do with the kid in public from now on, okay?"
Ownes closed his car door and drove away as Paulie waved.

We finally made it to the garage.  Late that night, as me, Paulie, and my
Uncle Harry were working on my bike, I got fucked by both of the grease
covered studs as Paulie told Uncle Harry about both my English teacher and
Trooper Owens.  I never met a true stud quite like Paulie.  A few years ago
he dies in a car accident.  He as in his truck, driving down the highway,
getting a blowjob from some underage kid he picked up at a truck stop.  He
was hit my a drunk driver right as he orgasmed.  The kid lived and told the
cops everything.  It's the way he woulda wanted to go.  I'll miss him.