Date: Thu, 27 Feb 2014 15:53:31 -0600
From: Vlad <vampyrered@gmail.com>
Subject: Married Man Cum Obsession Part 7

Married Man Cum Obsession - Part 7
Written by Daddy
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Now what was Chris going to do?  Caught in the middle of redneck territory,
in the woods behind a bar, faced with a big ole cop looking to haul his ass
to jail.  Chris' sexual obsession had gotten him into a position he hoped
never to be in, however he knew that his luck would run out sometime.

"So you enjoy being any man's bitch?" the cop asked.  Chris just stared at
him, not knowing if he should answer or try to talk his way out of it.
"Not exactly sure what you mean?" Chris answered.  "Don't fucking try to be
coy about it faggot!"  "I know exactly who you are, what you are, and from
what I saw, it all fits".  "Why don't we take a trip down to the station
and I will see how I want to handle this."  Chris was terrified.  "Turn
around, hands behind your back", the cop bellowed.  It was all too unreal.
Although Chris knew he had walked into a trap of some sort, he was not
exactly sure how he was going to get out of it.

The squad car pulled up to a very nondescript building in the middle of
town.  Given where he was, Chris assumed it housed the local jail, and the
court in one.  On the ride to town Chris tried to figure out how to get
himself out of his present position, but for the life of him he just
couldn't.  He started to chastise himself for his behavior, but knew in the
final analysis he probably would not have done anything different.  Since
embarking on this journey of sexual awakening Chris opened himself up to
any, and all, experiences.  In following his basic instincts he found that
the further he indulged, the baser the scenarios got.

Chris was not deluding himself into thinking he was just going to have a
few "curious" encounters.  Though that is how it all began.  However, ever
since that first hotel room encounter Chris found that he could not say no
to any cock.  His life was being ruled by his natural instinct to be used
by men, and give them the kind of pleasure they could not find, nor
expected to find with any woman.  It was about the cock un-tasted, the load
untaken, the connection to a man that women just didn't understand.

Even though Chris himself was married to a woman, had children and lived an
ordinary life, he realized that men wanted more.  Some men followed their
natural inclinations for sex, however deviant from the norm, and were
happier because of it.  Had anyone told him a few months ago that he would
be taking anonymous cock loads he would have thought them crazy.

Men as a part of society are taught early on what is expected by society
and what their sexual behavior should be.  However, not everyone feels the
same.  For men like Chris, having sex with other men was just a natural
instinct.  That among the other natural drives, he knew from a very young
age that this was something his mind, body and soul needed.  Just because
the world says that you should be sexual only one way, does not make it
correct.  Even straight men find pleasure with other men.

Chris was hauled out of the squad car, and roughly escorted into the jail.
There were only a handful of policeman in the station but all eyes were on
him.  He wanted to hide, but understood they all knew who, and what he was.
"Sit your ass over there while I make arrangements for you!"  Chris was
thrown over to a small row of chairs, and sat there as instructed.  He
watched the cop swagger over to the in-processing desk, and had to admit
the man had a great ass.  His thoughts then went to how did the cop's ass
taste, and would it be sweaty.  Even in his present situation he was
thinking about how much pleasure he would get and give to the cop.

He overheard the policeman explain who he was, and how he was apprehended.
The three other policeman in the station all looked over and him and began
to laugh.  One of the cops looked over at him and grabbed his crotch
suggestively, and Chris began to sweat.  The cops were making comments and
jokes at his expense.  Chris felt humiliated, and yet turned on at the same
time.  A call came in over the radio and the hunk of an officer who hauled
him in had to leave, which left him in the care of the bear behind the
desk, and the taller thin cop that was doing errands that night.

"Seems to me we need to lock you fag ass up in the holding cell till
morning" the bearish cop said.  "Nothin's going to happen tonight with your
arrest, so we will make use of your ass while we can."  "Roger, come take
this cock sucker back to the far cell with Dutch".  "You sure you want
Dutch to get his hands on him first, cause his hole might be mighty sloppy
by the time you get there Burt!" and he laughed.  "Just do what I fucking
told you to do boy"!

Roger came over and roughly stood me up and walked me back to the holding
cells.  It was darker than Hades back there, but at least dry and warm.
Not sure who this Dutch character was, but felt a little uneasy by the way
Roger described the outcome with him.  Must be one of the local bikers, or
local drunks.  We got to the last cell in the back and he unlocked the door
and pushed me in.  Then he had me back up to the cell and then took off the
cuffs. Of course he made sure to take a good handful o f my ass as that
same time.

I could make out another body in the cell, but it was so dark I couldn't
tell you exactly what he looked like.  He was a larger framed man, but that
was about it.  I tried to be as quiet as possible as he was lying on the
cot against the wall.  For a few minutes it was just quite back there.  No
sounds, not nothing.  Then out of the darkness came this deep voice.  "So,
they stuck you in with me did they?" I half jumped out of my skin.  I was
caught off guard, and yes a bit afraid.  I was not really sure how to
respond exactly, but felt that I needed to establish some credibility.
"Yeah I guess they did", was all I could come up with.  "Then you must be
something special, 'cause they don't just stick anyone in my cell, usually
only those they think can handle my kind of play."  I had an idea of what
they were hoping to achieve, but as I had not yet seen the man, I had no
idea of what to expect.

"Why'd they pick you up boy?" the voice asked.  "Public indecency,
loitering, and sex in public", I answered.  "Well, well, well, then you are
the cock sucker in town that I have heard about.  You like your dick anyway
a guy gives it to you."  I didn't really need to answer the question, it
was more of a statement.  All of a sudden he stands up.  The man had to be
at least seven feet tall, weighing in at about 280 of solid muscle.  He had
his shirt loose, and unbuttoned so that when he hit was little light there
was in the cell, I could tell that his chest was covered in blonde hair.
The hair on his head was long and held back in braid, and swung as he
walked.  His thighs were massive and the jeans he had on were well worn and
torn.  He was a biker who had seen many miles of road, and many miles of
ass hole.

Dutch stopped short in the middle of the room.  The sliver of light cut him
in half across his torso that it only showed his torso.  He squatted down
just out of reach, and spoke in a whisper. "You like dick boy? You like a
man's cock up your ass? You willing to do what a man needs you to do to get
off boy?  I was already hard, but his words pulled on my need, pulled on
that desire and made my erection hurt.  "Yes, SIR." I replied.  "Good you
can start working on my boots first and work your way up!" Obeying him was
not a question, but where this would lead was.

I started at the toes, but Dutch had other ideas, he wanted me to start on
the sole.  I licked the edge around the heavy boot, and worked into each
crevice of the soles track.  They were caked with dirt, grease and if I did
not miss the taste a bit of shit too.  I closed my eyes and tried not to
think about what I was doing, why I was going it, and how I got into this
position.  I did know that if I did a good job on his boots, his cock would
be mine.  I worked diligently on the sole, cleaning with my tongue as best
I could. I worked up to the well work leather and spit to make sure it
shone.

As I did this I could tell he was getting aroused at the scene.  He had
already pulled the zipper on his grungy jeans open.  He had is hand into
the opening and was massaging his cock.  "Good boy, I think you did and
excellent job on my boots, now get up here and spit shine my cock.  I moved
up to his crotch, and pulled out his cock.  It was a thick piece of meat
about the size of my forearm around.  It was not exceptionally long, but
that did not matter it was going to hurt.  The thought of being stretched
by his cock almost put me over the edge.  My dick was straining against its
confines and the more power he exerted over me, the more I wanted to cum.

I teasingly licked the bulbous head on his shaft.  He has begun to precum
and it was sweet.  I worked the tip of my tongue into his piss slit to gain
more, and was rewarded.  "Good pig, you definitely know how to work a man's
cock, but I want you to choke on it.  With that he pushed my head as far
down on his cock as he could get.  He held my head down on his crotch so
that he cut off my air supply.  I tried to hold on as long as I could but I
could feel the bile rise up in my throat.  He let me go suddenly so I could
breathe again. However, no sooner did I catch my breath than he forced me
back down on his thick cock.  He repeated this over and over again.  The
spit was drooling out of mouth and around his shaft.  I know he was getting
off on fucking my throat.

Dutch pushed me off his cock and demanded I strip.  I complied of course.
Then he ordered me to untie his boots, and help him out of his clothes.
The dutiful slave I was becoming obeyed every order.  I had too, as his
cock and his cum were my rewards.  As I pulled his jeans down I got a whif
of just how dirty and sweaty and manly Dutch was.  He must not have changed
underwear in some time, and his natural scent was strong.  Even in the dim
light I could see the piss stained white briefs that had seen better days.
I knew the rest of him would be just as rank.

"Now boy work on my feet and clean them up, I want you to enjoy my stink".
I did as he required.  I started to lick and suck on each of his stubby,
hairy toes, and work my tongue between.  He was correct in that they stunk.
The sour smell of days of confinement in those boots was potent.  As I
finished the right foot, he directed me to lick my way up his legs.  I was
running dry on spit, but did my best.  He must have noticed because he
abruptly pushed my head away, and without an worning started to piss on my
face.  "Open up you slag, you need something to quench your thirst so you
can finish the job you started!"  I opened wide and began to drink down his
heady piss as fast as I could.  The stream was powerful and he obviously
had a huge bladder as it seemed he pissed for a long time.

Naturally I could not swallow it all and a lot of it spilled onto my
clothing, and such.  I didn't care, the man owned me.  The flow decreased,
and he pushed into his crotch, and demanded that I continue my cleaning
service.  I was right about the smell.  It was a complex mix of sweat,
piss, cum, and shit.  Taking a quick inventory I could tell he was not a
man that worried too much about how well he wiped his ass.  There were
definite track marks in those grungy underwear, and that scent mixed into
the rest.  I worked down his shaft, and down to his balls.  I took each
into my mouth and gave them a good bathing.  I then worked down to his
taint to finish my work.  He stopped me just long enough to move over to
the bench and lean back so I could get in there.  He lifted his massive
legs and let me work my tongue into his trench.

He tasted amazing.  This is what I lived for. He was a real man that knew
how to use a real man for his pleasure. I finally hit his pucker and as I
thought the hairs were crusty with his dump.  I didn't stop but went to
work with my tongue and mouth cleaning him up.  His pucker reflexed as I
probed it to see how far he would let me go.  The big biker relaxed his
sphincter and let me go as far in as my tongue would go.  His moaning
signaled that I indeed was hitting the right chords with him.  He worked
his shaft as I worked his hole, and my rape was not to far off.

Ok slag, come sit on this cock.  I got off my knees and turned to away from
the hulk of a man, to sit on his cock.  He spit on his fingers and wiped
some into my hole.  After the fucking I received a few hours ago my hole
was sore and the intrusion hurt, but it also was loose enough to slide down
his cock.  He held my hips and guided me down.  The head popped into me
easily, but the rest of the shaft was going to take some effort.  Dutch
could care less, and kept forcing his dick into my worn out cunt.  I tried
to relax and push out as I could so the pain would not be too much, but
there is a point when you have to cry out.  By the time I was half way down
I felt the sides of my hole tear a bit.  The pain was intense.

He pushed me up a bit on his shaft and the back down again, and with each
successive push more and more of him pushed inside me.  Finally he had me
down on his pubic hair, and I was filled like I had never been before.  I
was proud the fact that my ass allowed him in, but a bit worried about the
after effects.  He started to thrust into me with short intense bursts.
Each of those thrust tore a little bit more at my hole, but his head hit
pay dirt inside.  I didn't worry about screaming or moaning as I knew the
cops didn't care, and if they did it was only because they wanted part of
the action.

Dutch was a powerful man, and once we go a rhythm going it was like bing
jackhammered.  He didn't care if he hurt me, and I think got off on the
fact that there was a bit of pain on my part.  I got to a point were the
pain turned to pleasure, and a sense of achievement.  I was taking this
man's cock at whatever the cost, and he received pleasure from my hole.  I
was where I belonged in the natural order of things.  Dutch had me bent
over, holding onto the bars of the cell and fucking me slowly.  As I
suspected the cops wanted in on the action as the two on duty walked in.
"Well look here Bud, we got ourselves a porn show going on."  "Yep, looks
like the whore is getting the working over he deserves".

"Hey Earl why should Dutch get all the fun, why don't you make the whore
suck you dick?"  "You know Bud that ain't a bad idea, seems he is in the
perfect position."  With that Bud, the "bearish" cop unzipped the fly of
his uniform and hauled out his cock.  It was definitely smaller around than
what was pounding my butt, but thick nonetheless. He stuck it through the
bars, and demanded I suck it.  I moved a bit to accommodate the new dick,
and started to deep throat the shaft.  I can only imagine what the scene
looked like to the casual observer.  I was lost in the sex, and could have
cared less.  Bud, the thinner, redneck cop joined in shortly and pushed his
cock in next to Bud's.  I alternated from one to the other as Dutch kept a
good rhythm on my hole.

As the scene unfolded I could tell that Dutch was close to coming.  His
hands dug harder into my sides, and he is thrusts were more deliberate.  He
was hitting the same spots in my ass that were massaging the right points
on his dick.  As for Bud and Earl, they now had their pants down around
their ankles.  I was still sucking them both, but apparently Bud now was
digging deep into Earls butt with his fingers as they kissed .  Who knew
they would turn on each other.  Dutch finally let out a brutal cry and I
felt his cock spasm inside me, filling me with his load.  He seemed to cum
forever.  He pulled out and demanded I clean his cock off.  I stopped
sucking the two cops, and immediately got down on my knees to clean his
shaft.  His dick was covered with butt juice, cum and some of my shit.  I
opened wide and took as much as I could down.  I diligently cleaned his
cock off and enjoyed the taste.  "Bud, look at the pig eat up his own filth
off Dutch's cock" "Never saw anything like that before".

"Woo Wee Earl seems this fag is a bigger cunt than we were led to believe."
Maybe he is hungry for more?"  Earl said something next that surprised me,
"Yeah let me fuck you Bud and he can eat my load out of your shit hole!"
Bud was silent for a moment, and then said, "Get over here and fuck me
before I change my mind stud."  With that Earl had Bud hold onto the bars
from the outside, and bent him over.  Earl slid that long cock up his
fellow officer's ass easily enough.  Bud moaned as each inch went in.  Earl
thrust fast and steady into the bears hairy hole, but I knew that he
wouldn't last long.  I had been edging them for some time, and they were
primed as it was.

I could tell Bud was loving having Earl's cock in him as his face expressed
pure joy.  "Damn Earl you know what you are doing with that cock of yours,
never thought I would ever get fucked, let alone enjoy it", Bud
moaned. "Your hairy ass is sucking my cock buddy, just like I had
fantasized about, been wanting your big ass for years."  The realization
that these two "straight" cops had wanted each other, and this for awhile
was another reason I knew that I could not be alone in my desires.  Masked
as they had been for years, there are deep down needs a man just has to
satisfy that a woman will never reach.

Earl finished up in Bud soon enough and then it was my turn.  Bud unlocked
the cell and waddled in with his pants still down around his ankles.  He
had my lie on the floor and he squatted that muscled bear butt down over my
face.  Dutch and Earl were in the corner still working their cocks which
were not quite as hard as before.  Dutch demanded that I tongue the
officer's hole and loosen it up.  I did this with ease.  I could taste
Earl's cum on the outside as well as enjoy Bud's ass stink.  Bud then push
down like he was taking a dump and I watched as his sphincter opened.  As
the puffy lips of his ass expanded Earl's cum started to flow out.  I
quickly tongued at the spooge.  It was indeed mixed with shit, and ass
juice, but what was so amazing is that it tasted like man.  I could tell
the taste of Earl's cum on its own, and the rest.  It was amazing to
digest.  Bud moaned at each successive swipe of my tongue across his hole.

In the corner Dutch and Earl had worked up their own cocks and were about
to cum.  "Damn have you ever seen something so hot, and disgusting at the
same time?" Earl asked.  "Shit man if my slag doesn't enjoy cum and butt
slime he is not worth my time" Dutch responded.  I finished up with Bud and
he moved over to his buddy's cock and cleaned off his load.  I did the same
with Dutch's.  As the cops left, and relocked the cage, I lay there naked,
cum filled, and satisfied.  Again I had been used for my purpose and it was
fulfilling.  I loved cum, I loved men, and I would do anything to get their
cocks.

The next morning I was released, handed back the keys to my rental car, and
told that no charges were being filed.  Both Earl and Bud said that the I
was taken in because I was too drunk to drive and that was all.  A total
lie, but still.  I called the factory and the manager there had already
been contacted.  He was totally cool with me coming in later, and it seemed
I had once again gotten off lucky.  I don't know how many more lives I had
left, but only time would tell if I would be exposed.  I liked the cover of
being the married man next door.  I think I even got off on knowing that I
was endangering everything.  But like I realized last night, men,
regardless of how they may label themselves, have a burning desire to
satisfy each other sexually.  It is to what extent , and whether they allow
themselves to that makes the difference.  To me, I give everything I am to
another man, or men.  I am obsessed with their seed, piss, and yes even
shit.