Date: Sun, 28 Mar 2004 16:13:22 -0700
From: Wade Wright <wadewright@att.net>
Subject: Chapter One  for  "Two Brothers and Two Officers"     Gay/Male  

		       Two Brothers and Two Officers

		     Chapter One:  The Speeding Ticket

			      By: Wade Wright

	"Oh shit!!  Jimmy exclaimed, to his brother Tom, as the State
Patrol Officer turned on his overheads and pulled Jimmy over.  "God Tom!  I
wasn't speeding was I?  I didn't do anything wrong, did I?"
	Officer Brownlee got out of his patrol car and as he approached the
driver's side of Jimmy's car, he asked, "Do you have any idea, at all, of
how fast you were driving back there?"
	Jimmy replied that he obviously did not, since he thought he was
within the speed limit, but since he was getting pulled over, he had to
assume that he must have been driving faster than he thought.
	Officer Brownlee asked for Jimmy driver's license and after
retrieving it, he turned to go back to his patrol car to do a computer
check of the license.  Jimmy looked into his door's rear view mirror as
Officer Brownlee started to leave, and rather excitedly turned to Tom and
asked, "Oh my God Tom!  Did you see the ass on that guy?  Shit man did you
see the tight ass on him.  God man, oh shit!  Those damn uniform pants kiss
his ass like, oh shit, just like---oh man, oh shit are they hot!"
	Tom rather faintly said, "Uh Jim, uh,-- Jim, turn to your left!"
	Jim turned to look to his left and very surprisingly discovered
that Officer Brownlee was standing right beside his open window.  He had
heard Jim's entire statement.  Officer Brownlee had returned back to
Jimmy's car to inquire about the license being expired, as opposed to
continuing on to his patrol car as Jimmy had thought he had done.
	Office Brownlee bent down, placed his hands on the lower edge of
the window and asked, "Driving through from Ohio, I assume?"
	Jimmy very cautiously and very shyly, replied, "Yes, yes sir!"
	"Seems as though we might have a slight problem here, young man.
This license expired more than six months ago.  Driving the speed that you
were driving, and driving on a very expired license, especially one from
out of state, and one that is more than two months expired does give me the
reason to remove you from that car, place you in the back seat of my patrol
car, and take you in.  Do you understand your position here, young man?"
	Jimmy and Tom both found it rather interesting that the officer
kept referring to Jimmy as "young man" since it really did not appear to
either one of them that Jimmy was hardly any younger than Officer Brownlee
himself.
	Jimmy was 24, stood about 5'8", weighted in at about 170 pounds, of
pretty solid, sports activity muscle.  Tom was two years younger, aged 22,
stood right at six feet tall, and since he too was a very active athlete,
he carried a nicely packaged 190 pounds of rock solid, man muscle.
	Officer Brownlee appeared to Jimmy and Tom as being perhaps only 24
or 25 years old himself, and once they did get a chance to discuss it
completely, they did both agree that Officer Brownlee was one hot looking
patrolman with his uniform fitting every muscle and curve of, what they
guessed, was about 220 pounds of tight and very solid muscle, nicely
attached to a very strong looking structure of about 6' one or two.
Massive chest and one hell of a hot and firm ass.  Of course, that was the
attribute that Jimmy had brought to Tom's attention, although it was done
at a rather inappropriate time.
	Jimmy replied in the affirmative to Officer Brownlee's question
to,-- if he did understand the circumstances or not.  After Jimmy replied,
Officer Brownlee told him to sit tight, and he returned to his patrol car.
	As Officer Brownlee sat in his patrol car, obviously reading his
computer screen, Jimmy and Tom discussed the "just what was going on here,"
situation.  Tom pointed out to Jim that he had tried, in vain, to get him
to shut up about the officer's ass when he saw the officer returning to the
side of the car, but that Jimmy just kept up the, "almost screaming," about
how hot it was.  They slightly discussed the whole package that Officer
Brownlee presented to the visual, and they of course individually wondered,
and did share it with each other, that since Officer Brownlee was a black
man, did he have as much packaged in front of those uniform pants, as they
had always been led to believe black men packed.
	"Tom, I have never heard anything about some two month thing on an
expired license, have you?  What in the hell was he talking about?"
	Jim, I have no idea either.  I have never heard of anything like
that.  All I know is that since he had just heard you almost telling him,
how you wanted to kiss his ass, I didn't think it would be too smart to ask
what he was talking about.  Right now, I think maybe we had just better let
it go.  We could get him real pissed, especially since he heard you kind of
loving his ass, so I think we had just better let it go. He's not making
any remarks about your stupid statements, so don't push it, man!"
	After quite some time in the patrol car, Officer Brownlee
re-approached the side of Jimmy's car, leaned down on the widow ledge again
and asked, "OK guys!  We have some talking to do here."
	Jimmy looked at the officer's face and then with no self control,
looked down at Officer Brownlee's crotch.  The, slightly previous,
discussion with brother Tom about wondering if the officer was well packed,
became just too much for him to maintain control over.  He did not intend
to look down, he had simply lost control of himself.
	Officer Brownlee saw Jimmy glance down.
	"Out of the car, please."  Officer Brownlee addressed to Jimmy.
	"Step over here beside my patrol car, and place your hands on the
roof.  I need to do a pat down."  Then looking at Tom, he said, "You stay
there!  Do not get out of the car!"
	Officer Brownlee then took Jimmy by the arm and led him to the
field side of the patrol car, out of the light of the head lights and once
again told Jimmy to place his hands on the roof of the car.  Jimmy thought
it was rather different, well from all of the TV police shows that he had
seen, that the officer had him at the side of the patrol car, on the rather
darker side, away from the highway area, and not at the trunk of his own
car, where the headlights lit up the area.
	Jimmy placed his hands on the roof of the car, and Officer Brownlee
then reached down, grabbed ahold of Jimmy's left ankle and pulled it to the
side.  This, of course, slightly shook Jimmy off of balance and he had to
rather quickly re-adjust his stance so that he did not fall.  Officer
Brownlee then did the same thing to the right ankle and once again Jimmy
almost fell over.  Office Brownlee then started a very detailed body pat.
Slowly and very deliberately, he body searched Jimmy.  Tom was in the
position to where he could watch from his side door rear view mirror and
watch as closely as possible, to the actions that were taking place back
beside the patrol car.  Since Jimmy and the officer were on the darker side
of the car, it was rather hard to see everything, but Tom certainly did
question all of the "whats and whys" of what was happening. He questioned
just why Jimmy was being body searched, and he also questioned why the
officer was being so deliberate and so slow in doing it.
	As Officer Brownlee continued his careful pat down of Jim, Jim did
suddenly realize that an additional patrol car was not pulling in behind
Officer Brownlee's patrol car.  The second patrol car stopped, an officer
got out of the car and Officer Brownlee then told him, "The other one is in
the passenger seat."
	The second patrolman approached the passenger side of the car,
opened the door and instructed Tom to get out, go back to the side of the
patrol car, and present yourself to be searched.
	Tom did as he was instructed, knowing that he was to put his hands
on the roof of the car and to spread his feet in preparation to being body
searched, but he certainly did feel that the wording, "present yourself to
be searched", was very unusual language to be used.
	As Tom and the additional officer approached the position where
Jimmy and Officer Brownlee were positioned, Officer Brownlee then said,
"Officer Tylor, you take over on this one, and I will start on that one."
	Officer Tylor could almost be considered an identical twin to
Officer Brownlee, except he was a white man.  Same, damn hot, muscular
structure, right at the same age, and carrying just as hot of an ass, in
his State Highway Patrolman uniform pants, as Officer Brownlee's ass is, in
his.
	Both Tom and Jimmy were completely confused as to what in the hell
was going on.  Officer Tylor re-started a complete body pat of Jim, and
Officer Brownlee then started his very slow and deliberate body search of
Tom.
	Both Jimmy and Tom realized that their respective body searches and
body pats were turning out to be a little more than "normal".  Of all of
the TV police programs that they had watched over the years, never had they
ever seen a patrolman do as much crotch rubbing and grabbing as they were
each getting.  Jimmy did not mind, it was actually turning him on, --kind
of, but Tom was not feeling too comfortable with this activity.  To Jimmy,
it was feeling good, even though he had absolutely no idea of why it was
all happening.  As he felt the big strong officer's hands rub up and down
along his body and up under his arm pits, as well as up between his legs,
he threw his head up and closed his eyes and simply enjoyed it.  Even if,
it was something, that was not supposed to be a good experience.  He
decided that if he was in deep trouble, he was at least going to enjoy the
sick little part of getting rubbed, groped and felt up by a hot looking
cop.
	As the searching slowly continued, and with great detail of
inspection happening from both officers, Officer Brownlee turned toward
Officer Tylor and said, "Officer Tylor, as I told you on the phone, these
two are a little different than the others.  I haven't told them just yet
of how they can avoid that ticket, but since that one, the one you are now
taking care of, was all hot and excited about seeing my ass, I kind of
think these two just might be a little more anxious and cooperative that
our past guys have been."
	To Jimmy and Tom, that statement was a complete shock and the
meaning behind it, a total mystery.
	"Great!"  Officer Tylor replied.  "It's about time we finally find
ourselves some cooperative men!"
	Jimmy tried to turn and ask just what they were referring to, when
Officer Tylor spoke up and told him, "Hey, man!  You were not given
permission to speak, so just stand there and be quite!"  And with that
instruction, Officer Tylor then reached around to the front of Jim and with
each hand, squeezed each of Jim's tits.  "Like that?  That feel good?"  He
inquired of Jim.
	Jim, really did, want to kind of let out a very vigorous "Yes, God
yes!  That feels good!"  yell, but managed to refrain from showing any
anxiety, due to his complete confusion as to just what was happening here.
Jimmy simply kind of shook his head yes, as if to attempt to show some
respect back to the officer and to attempt an agreeable position, so as to
not piss the officer off any.
	Officer Brownlee then reached around to the front of Tom, grabbed
ahold of his left tit through his T-shirt, and at the same time grabbed
ahold of his crotch.  "Officer Tylor, this one is going to be a good one.
You haven't felt the dick on this one yet have you?"
	"No, no I sure haven't.  You took him away from me as soon as I got
him out of the car.  Feels good to you, does it?"
	"Oh hell yes!  And you want to know something?  He may be trying to
act a little scared and timid, but for some funny reason, his dick is not
cooperating with that.  The more I squeeze it, the bigger it gets."
	"Hmmmmm!"  Officer Tylor expressed.  Maybe, just maybe, we have
finally hit the ole jack pot here Officer Brownlee!  Maybe you have finally
stopped the right car!"
	"Officer, uhh, officer!"  Jim attempted to say, but was once again
firmly told, "Shut up!  You have not been given permission to speak.  Stand
there and shut the hell up!"
	Jim and Tom were not comfortable with the actions or the attitudes.
Both men were definitely on the side of concern about their safety,
although Jim was now admitting to himself that this type of forced action
was kind of a turn on to him.  He knew that his most private thoughts and
fantasies included some actions similar to this, but he had always thought
of them in a much more controlled environment, not out along the side of a
highway, late at night, with no way of screaming for help if he felt like
he needed it.
	Jim knew that Tom was somewhat active in the gay world, not nearly
as active as he personally was, but he sure did not know if this type of
action was scaring the hell out of him, or was he managing to find some
rather weird fun in it, as he was.  Part of his excitement was all of the
strange and weird unknowns that were showing up all of a sudden.
	He knew for certain, now anyway, that he had not been driving above
the speed limit, and there really was no valid reason to get pulled over.
His driver's license could not be expired!  They are issued for five years,
and he re-newed his when he turned 21, and that was only three years ago.
And, as he and Tom had discussed, neither one of them had ever heard
anything that relates to a two months thing on an expired license.  Officer
Brownlee had not given him the license back, nor let him see it after he
said it was expired.  This searching was not exactly a searching, it was
really turning out to be more of groping session, with some legality
backing it up.  Neither officer had grabbed ahold of his dick yet, but
Officer Brownlee had already exclaimed how nice Tom's dick was feeling, and
had made remarks about it getting harder when he grabbed ahold of it.  The
referred to phone call to the other officer?  Not the state highway radio
system?  They called each other on their cell phones?  All of the talk
about how this time they finally hit the jack pot?  What in the hell was
happening here?  This was not a normal traffic stop.  Are these guys even
real cops?  The actions were getting Jim rather sexually excited, but all
of the "funny stuff", was getting him very concerned and quite confused.
He wanted the "funny stuff" to just magically go away so that he could
concentrate on the more exciting aspects of this, "highway road stop".
	Jim looked over at Tom, and Tom attempted an expression of
confusion as to just what in the hell was happening here.  Tom knew not to
talk or attempt to ask any questions.  He had heard Jim get shut up
earlier, and he did not wish to make either of the patrolmen mad at him.
He knew he was in a situation where obeying was the only thing to do.  He
knew that if one of the officers spoke, gave instructions and orders, that
he would simply have to do as ordered, with no back-talk.
	Both officers continued their very extensive body searching and
what had now turned into,--- plain out and out, groping.  Office Tylor
grabbed ahold of Jim's crotch and exclaimed, "Shit man!  You thought that
boy's toy was good, shit man, reach over here and feel this one.  Officer
Brownlee, I think we have ourselves some serious meat toys here!  This one
likes it.  You like it, don't you boy?"
	Jim was in total confusion as to how he thought he should answer
that question.  Once again he wanted to scream "Yes", but at the same time
he refrained himself since he just did not know if he could find this as
fun, which was what he wanted to do, or was he and his brother in some real
danger with some really dangerous type of guys.  The mixture of possible
bodily danger, the complete confusion, and his real internal desires to be
able to enjoy this type of outrageous sexual actions were absolutely and
totally confusing Jim.  He wanted so badly to really be able to enjoy this
total submission to two hot and hunky cops, but at the same time, he really
did not know if they were just being playful or on the verge of being very,
very dangerous to a couple of gay guys.  Had his stupid mistake, of
commenting on Officer Brownlee's hot looking ass, really gotten them in
some very dangerous stuff?
	Office Brownlee reached over as suggested by his co-officer,
grabbed ahold of Jim's dick and immediately grabbed a bigger, and a much
more forceful, handful.  He grabbed it and then he forcefully squeezed it!
	"Drop his pants! Drop his pants!  I want to see that thing!  Drop
his pants and get that thing out!"
	Suddenly without any further warning, Officer Tylor turned Jim
completely around, unbuckled his belt, unbuttoned Jim's 501's, pulled them
down, and then said, "Oh shit man!  Look at that bulge in those briefs!"
	With his 501's now on his shoe tops, Jim stood there with a rock
hard cock sticking out as far as possible, being confined only slightly
with the weak fabric of his BVD's.
	Tom turned toward Jimmy and saw his ragging hard-on sticking out.
Officer Brownlee let loose of Tom's shoulder and reached over and slid his
hand down into the front of Jim's briefs.  When the officer's hand reached
the tip of Jimmy's dick, that made it stiffen, even harder.  Officer
Brownlee grabbed ahold of it, pulled it forward and forced it to emerge out
of the top of Jimmy's briefs.
	"Oh shit!  Oh shit!  Officer Tylor, that is one hot dick!  That is
going to taste so damn good!"
	That had been the first really comfortable comment that either Jim
or Tom had heard, ever since they had been stopped.  If that officer can
make a comment about a dick tasting good, then maybe everything would be OK
and they would not be trashed and left for dead beside the highway.
	Seeing the hard-on that Jimmy had, made Tom get more excited.
Although he and Jimmy talked a lot of sex, they had never been the type of
brothers that showed "their stuff" to each other, or had sex when the other
guy was around.  Tom actually did not know that his brother supported such
a healthy cock.  He had not seen it hard since back in high school days.
Of all of the talk that they had shared about black men and the supposed
size of their cocks, never did Tom realize that his own brother could stand
his own if, comparing it with a black man's.  The size of it, even though
it was on his own brother, got Tom all excited.
	Since Officer Brownlee still had one hand on Tom's crotch, he
immediately realized the reaction that Tom had when he looked at Jim's now
exposed stick of meat.  Office Brownlee looked back at Tom, grinned, then
looked down at Tom's crotch and simply said, "It feels confined, don't it?
You like seeing your buddy's big boner, don't you?  I'm sure you have used
that one a lot though, haven't you?  Still gets you all excited though,
uh?"
	"He's my brother!"  Tom simply said without much emphasis.
	"Oh!  Oh, so that's the story here, uh?  Two brothers!  So maybe we
have a couple of guys here Officer Tylor that don't do each other.  Is that
right, man?  They check out officer's asses, together, but they don't use
each other?  Right?"
	Tom did not reply.  Now the confusion had really set in on him.  He
was excited!  He was hard!  He was hopeing that all of this was some kind
of a wild sex session starting to happen, but at the same time, --these
were officers of the law,--they were standing out beside a highway, with
traffic passing by, and with Jim's pants down and his hard-on dick standing
out, and besides, he and his brother never do sex stuff when the other guy
is around.  He was completely surprised that this officer, the hunk of a
muscle black man himself, would get so excited about the dick on Jim.
After all, he was the type of a man that everybody always wants to get the
pants off of, if for no other reason, than to just see if he is hung with
one of the big, long, thick, meaty, black, sticks that everybody talks
about being on black men.
	Office Brownlee then looked at Officer Tylor and said, "I'm getting
way too anxious and turned on here!  Let's put one of them in the back seat
of my car, let the other one follow you in his car so that it's not left
out here on the highway, and let's get to playroom over in the barn.  I
want to get to that one.  I want him on the table.  Let's get going."
	Then turning to Jim, Officer Brownlee then told him, "It's either
cooperate, ---go with Officer Tylor and myself, enjoy some good time
together in a nice little ole country barn playroom, equipped with all kind
of nice shinny, fun, equipment, or have me turn in your traffic ticket,
which I'm kind of sure you don't really want me to do, since --oh as I kind
of remember it, ---two, of us, me and Officer Tylor here, had to chase you
for about, ---oh 25 or 30 miles, at speeds up to ---oh probably 100 miles
an hour, before we could finally get you to stop.  Officer, Tylor, is that
about the way you remember it?"
	"Yep, sure sounds pretty close to me!  Yea--that's what happened.
Yea-I sure can remember that real well now that you kind of remind me of
what happened!  Yep, that's what I remember!"
	  Officer Brownlee then looked at Jim and asked, "Well man!  Your
choice is, go with us, let us take you to our quiet little playroom in the
barn, let us find out how much you two like some of the fun stuff we have
there, or as I already said, let me turn in your traffic ticket, and then
just let the boys down at the ole jail house use you any ole way they can
find fit to use you, since you will be there for quite some time,
--especially since Officer Tylor and I had such a hard time getting you
pulled over.  And I'm sure you already know how a bunch of guys, all stuck
together in a small jail cell, like to find good fun things to do, to new
guys once the lights get turned off for the night.  You know, a lot of the
time, they will kind of stick together and help each other out, when one of
them feels like it is time for him to do some exploring in some new guy's
ass.  You know, when a guy is in there with that bunch, saying "no" is not
a very smart thing to do.  The more he yells "no", more guys keep moving in
to take advantage of him, and his ass, once they get him held down.  Which
you want?  The playroom, or would you rather be the "play toys" for some
jail, full of guys that just might be a hell of a lot more horny than we
are, and probably could not care less about how they use some good hot meat
like you two?"
	Jim and Tom looked at each other, and neither expressed any facial
expressions that indicated that they felt like they had any choice in the
matter.  They both knew that going to the barn was definitely the better of
the two choices made available to them.  Individually, but without letting
the other brother know, they each rather liked the idea of being forced to
have sex like this, having no say or control at all, doing it with a couple
of hot muscle cops, in a barn playroom, hidden away someplace, and finally,
being forced to actually have gay sex, in front of his brother, with his
brother in the room, or maybe even involved, with the, what is then
happening.  Tom had always wanted to play with Jim, but he had never had
the nerve to tell him so.  Tonight might be a night that he had been
hopeing for.
	 The idea of the "playroom" and the comments about the "equipment"
that was there, was a little scary.  Neither Tom nor Jim, had ever spent
any time in a man's "playroom" before.  They did not know what to expect,
especially in regards to the term, equipment.  All of their sex activities,
had been pretty tame.  This did not sound so tame!  But the idea of being
thrown into a jail, full of probably dirty, drunk, and horny guys that
could care less if it's a man or a woman, or what body part he was using,
was a definite no, no!  All for fun, yes!  All for danger, no!  Learning
something new, at the hands of two hunks, especially ones built like these
two patrolmen, a definite yes!  Jim and Tom both realized that maybe their
days of not doing sex in front of the other guy, just might be over.  But
then, both of the brothers also realized, that to finally be a little more
open with each other, just might be a step in the right direction.  It was
a direction that Tom had been hopeing for.
	As Jim told Officer Brownlee and Office Tylor, "We're with you.  We
will do as you say!"
	Both Jim and Tom, each, did realize that they were now opening the
door to some completely new experiences, and could possibly be walking
through the door of opportunity, of enjoying some good gay sex, with not
only the hot and hunky,-- built like God cops, but, perhaps, maybe, with
each other too!
	Secretly, and especially Tom, they were each looking forward to
this new sexual adventure of maybe having the chance to explore the body of
his own brother.  Now that Tom knew that his brother was supporting such a
nice healthy piece of meat, he was feeling real anxious to get to the barn,
wherever the cops were talking about, so he could see if maybe he could
explore Jim's own personal piece of equipment, in addition to the equipment
that the officers had there in the playroom.  Tom was getting really
anxious to get the show on the road.  The idea of being played with by the
two cops, in their playroom, wherever that might be, in addition to being
forced, by them, to play with his own brother, was getting him really all
hot and bothered.  He had, had dreams like this before, but for it to be
happening in real life, was way more than he ever expected!