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This is a work of fiction. My experiences and likes influence all my writing, so there might be a nugget or two of truth somewhere within, but don't worry, it's carefully hidden... Any similarity with actual people or places is entirely coincidental.
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This story involves interracial sex between adult men. There is lot of crude stereotyping, role play, nasty and demeaning language and other things that might be called kinky or just plain ignorant. If any of this offends you, please leave now.
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I couldn't believe Duda...
Of all people, I couldn't understand why he thought I had done something wrong. To me it seemed simple. I helped people I happened to be attracted to, got them decent treatment in court and ended up getting some dick. To me it was pretty uncomplicated. They got something, I got something. It was a story that probably goes back to the dawn of man.
But it worried and irritated me that someone as whorish as Duda considered my actions beyond the pale. I must not have explained myself well, I hoped.
I was trying to think, to concentrate, but was distracted.
Old boy's dick was swelling and he starting to tense up. Moments later I heard a grunt and felt his hot cum blasting my insides. Nothing will bring you back to reality like a nutt in the butt. That, followed by the quick empty feeling as he pulled himself out with a pop. He disappeared in the bathroom to do whatever. I didn't even bother with it. I just pulled up my pants and boxer briefs. I had been bent over the foot of the bed, pants and drawers around my ankles. A quick fuck. Back alley style.
He walked out my bathroom and strolled towards the door. All he said was "Preciate it" as he left. I didn't even follow him out.
He didn't want to talk and neither did I.
He had hit me up wanting a piece. I knew he'd be fast and drama-free. No head, just ass, as usual. I just need a quick shot and he was always loaded. Trying to get my mind off Duda and our chat. It didn't work. But at least Terry was easy. Or was it Tony? Whatever...
I woke up with the sun. It was a brand new day. I wasn't thinking about the guy from last night. I had forgotten about him already.
I made it to court early and had plenty of time to look through my case files and even meet a few clients before the morning session was called to order. The morning breezed by and I had a quick sandwich to go before heading back to do paperwork before the afternoon session.
I felt my phone vibrating and saw a text from an unknown number.
"MEET ME IN BASEMENT CLOSET AGAIN"
It wasn't Darryl's number. Of course a lot of the dude's I've met have a whole gaggle of phone numbers, and sometimes get two or three new ones a month. It had to be Darryl.
My mouth started to water and my ass was starting to twitch. Why that damn little closet, though? We could go anywhere to have a little more space and comfort. Oh well. It was seedy at least. I like seedy.
I labored through my afternoon calendar, with my mind focused Darryl. I guess since he didn't have much time before reporting to jail he was trying to enjoy himself as much as possible in his remaining days. Wasn't going to complain!
At 5 on the dot I made my way to the darkened, deserted basement. I walked to the little closet and opened the door. It was empty.
Hmm. I decided to wait. It would have been safer to sit in the hallway or wander around a bit, looking official. But I was lazy and horny and ended up just sitting in that little room. At least I had my phones to keep me occupied. I didn't have long to wait.
I heard the doorknob moving and tried to remain cool, calm and collected. What I saw made that hard.
The first thing I noticed was the uniform.
A sheriff's deputy.
Shit...
I quickly came up with an explanation for why I was sitting down there, some crap about meeting a client who didn't want to meet in public. Turns out I didn't need a cover.
I recognized him. He was a courtroom bailiff.
"So, looks like we have a situation here, Mr. Symington," said the sheriff.
"Oh, what do you mean, sheriff?" I asked, trying to sound as professional as I could.
"I think you've gotten yourself in to a bit of trouble," he said.
"Trouble, what?"
"Fucking your clients. Like that ex-con hood Darryl. In the courthouse."
I didn't know what to say. I'm sure my face was several shades of red at once. I might have mumbled some words out but it wouldn't have meant much at that moment.
The officer got a grin on his face, a smart-ass smirk, and leaned against the only door out of this tiny room.
"Considerin' what I know bout Darryl, and considerin' how you look, I assume he was dogging your throat or your pussy, or both. You look like the type that would bend over for a man."
That smirk was still there. He certainly had me pegged. And kinda screwed.
"Um, look..." I said, wanting to get in front of this.
"Shut the fuck up," he snapped back, not raising his voice or looking angry. It was just an instruction.
"Ain't it illegal to fuck your clients?" he asked.
I swallowed hard.
"It's certainly illegal to have sex in the basement of the courthouse," he said, still smirking. "Perhaps I should arrest you now?"
"Um, no, please sheriff... I can explain." I was getting a little panicked.
"So what do you see in that fuckin criminal you let fuck you?" he asked.
He didn't give me time to answer.
"Or did you have a choice? Does he have something on you? You a coke-head?"
"No, it's nothing like that," I tried to assure him quickly.
"So what it is?"
"I just..." I didn't know what to say.
"You know what kinda shit he gets up to? You know he's a crook, right?"
He was starting to get a little heated. His tone was a little more focused. I just kept looking at him and then looking back towards the ground.
The deputy sheriff was around 40, I would guess. About 6 feet tall and muscular, with a little extra weight around his middle. I figured he was in great shape when he was younger, but at some point he had slowed down and thickened up. He was still a well-built guy. What the online hookup sites might call a "football player's build." He had a dark complexion and well-groomed short hair, with just the hint of a receding hairline. I noticed the wedding ring on his left hand. He wasn't terribly attractive. An ordinary face, clean-shaven and wide. I remembered his ass, though, from seeing him in court. In those tight uniform pants his fat ass was something to behold. Now he had my ass trapped in this little room.
"How do you think the other lawyers and judges would react in they knew you were down here giving it up to a street thug like a crack whore or skanky hood bitch? Huh?"
"Listen, please, it's not how it looks," I tried to explain...
"I heard you, you dumb fuck. I was standing outside the door. I followed your ass down here. You were so stuck on that black dick you wouldn't have seen a whole troop of officers."
He followed me down here? What the fuck?
"And I watched him walking out of here looking relieved, and you looked like a squirrel that just got a nutt."
I was pretty much busted.
"I didn't hear any fucking, but I heard him busting that nutt. So you swallowed it?"
I guess he wanted me to confess, or bare my soul.
"You like black thug dick, or just any black dick?"
He paused all the questions he knew I couldn't or wouldn't answer. He just looked at me. I couldn't tell if he was thinking what to ask or say next, or if he was trying to consider his next move. The ball was definitely in his court.
"I'm going to have to decide what to do with this information," he said, looking thoughtful.
"Damn," I thought.
I wanted out of there. I had to think of something to say.
"Look, can I go?" I asked, sounding far weaker and more nervous than I had hoped I would sound...
"So, you want me to just go talk to my commander about your little tricking operation down here in the basement? Ok? Ok, you can go, I've got your number. I'm sure you'll get a call or visit tonight from some sheriff's deputies. Maybe the state bar will send an investigator." He opened the door slightly and stood out of the way. "Go on," he said. And then with a sneer, he added, "you like thug dick, you'll get lots of that in the county jail tonight."
I didn't move or say a word.
He closed the door and leaned back on it. He crossed his arms and just looked at me. He knew he had me.
"Don't worry, Mr. Symington... I'm not going to tell anyone. Your secret is safe with me. No one has to know about this. I would hate to get you or your thug friend in any more trouble. I'm sure Darryl could handle it, but you... You, I'm not so sure about..."
I wasn't relieved yet. He was still blocking me in there. Still holding all the cards.
"This can be our secret. You don't need to worry. Relax, Mr. Symington. You can go, I promise."
I finally started to relax. I'm sure there would be a cost for this in the future, but it looked like I had a chance to get out of this, at least for the night.
"You can go.... AFTER you suck this dick..."
He started to unbuckle his pants. Before he got the zipper down he gave the familiar instruction: "Get on your knees."
It's not like a had a lot of room for negotiation.
I assumed the position as I watched the sheriff drop his pant down around his thighs. He was packing a thick 8 inches, with a dark mound of pubes at the base and pretty big balls drawn up tight below.
I opened my mouth as he moved forward. I closed my eyes and expected him to breach my mouth. Instead I got a slap on the top of my head. I looked up and caught him glaring down at me.
"No teeth. And make it worth my while, bitch..."
With that he pulled my head towards his dick and dipped about halfway in. Not much foreplay...
He didn't seem like the mild, gentle type. I hadn't even got used to his width or his taste and already had my nose buried in his pubes. He didn't seem patient either. This was going to be about busting a nutt and busting it soon.
"Yeah, suck that dick... You like that shit don't you, bitch?"
He hit me with the usual cocksucker taunts. Nothing original. But he didn't seem concerned. Like most dudes talking shit while getting blown, he was talking to hear himself speak, not to be heard by the dude with the dick in his mouth.
Without warning, he pulled himself out and turned around. He stuck his fat ass towards my face and waited for me to dive in. He didn't intend to instruct me. He just assumed I would eat him out.
His ass was the main thing I noticed about him. I got right to it.
There's nothing quite like eating a man's ass. No matter how hygienic or cologned a dude may be, an ass always tastes and smells like as ass. A private, earthy smell. It takes me a few seconds to adjust and then I'm in, down to eat like it was my last meal.
Like even most burly dudes, the shit talking stopped while I was tongue-fucking his asshole. He was the one getting his mind blown now. He spread his cheeks and poked his ass out more, pressing his ass harder against my face. He wanted me deeper. I dove in as far as I could.
I ate him out for a good ten minutes while he went from shaking to weak in the knees. Just as my tongue was getting tired he pulled forward and spun around. He had both hands jacking his dick, hunching forward as the intensity was building within him.
I opened my mouth and got ready for what I expected. I figured I would get a few more quick throat dives and would get that seed in my mouth. I was waiting for my reward.
"Look at me," he growled.
I turned up to look at him and he took one sweaty hand and pressed my forehead back. Moments later the first of several big spurts of cum fired on my face. I felt a big blob hit my forehead and hair. He rubbed some of his cum with his dick head and smeared it on my lips.
It didn't take him long to get back to reality. He had his pants up and buckled in seconds. Before I knew it he had opened the door and was on his way out. He paused, looked back at me and smiled.
"I'll be in touch, Mr. Symington. You be good..."
I just stayed there on my knees for a bit. Wow. I didn't see that one coming. No pun intended.
I had been careless. Someone could tell what I was up to. I allowed myself to get caught. And I had already paid a price. I ended up sucking a decent dick because of it, but it was a cost that had to be paid. I stood up and let the blood start flowing back in to my legs and feet.
I opened the door and walked slowly down the hall. I was almost at ground level when I stopped on the stairs. I felt the drying cum on my forehead. Damn, I almost walked out with the sheriff's nutt all over my face.