Pulled Over
I was a bank courier years ago, for a company in upstate New York, that is no longer in business. Our terminal was in Rochester, and I had a route that began at four in the afternoon, and took me on a three hundred mile odyssey through the Finger Lakes and the Southern tier of the state. The route ended at the Federal Reserve processing center in Rochester. My deadline was four A.M., and I only missed it once during the year and a half I drove it.
When you travel those distances over dark country roads at night, you speed. There was no getting around it, I averaged eighty to ninety MPH on straight aways. When the cop stopped me, he told me he'd clocked me at ninety-three miles an hour in a forty-five mile an hour zone. I tried to explain I had a schedule to keep, and that it involved the Federal Reserve, but he insisted it didn't matter, He'd clocked me, and was going to issue a ticket. I told him if he issued a ticket, I'd lose my job, because the company required a clean record for insurance purposes.
"You should have thought about that before you tore through here like a bat out of hell." He hauled out his citation book.
"Please officer, is there any thing I can do to stop you from writing that ticket?" He laid his pen on the book, and held it with his thumb. He reached for my door handle and opened my door.
"Step out here kid. Let me get a look at you." I was twenty-three that summer, and had been working out quite a bit at the gym that had just opened in the mall near where I lived. I got out, and stood up to emphasize my six foot frame. We came eye to eye, him in his Smokey uniform, and me in my courier uniform. He shined his flashlight over me, and then clicked it off.
"What did you have in mind that would make it worth my while to drop the ticket?"
"Gee, we're not allowed to carry more than lunch money. I've only got three dollars and some change on me."
"I'm not interested in your money anyway." He reached out across the space between us, and gripped my left tit with his fist. My mind raced. I had never had a sexual experience with a cop before. A couple of friends and I had once jerked off together, but that was the extent of my male/male sexual activity. To spite my lack of experience, my dick started to get hard. He let go of my tit, and felt of my hardening cock.
"That feels nice kid. Maybe we can work something out. I've got the keys to a place not far from here where we can get comfortable. Get in your car and follow me." I nodded, and did as I was told.
He led the way to the next little town on the road, and pulled into a dark alley. He parked behind a furniture store, and killed his lights and engine. I pulled in behind him, and killed mine. We got out at the same time. It was about one A.M.
He opened the back door of the store, and ushered me into the darkened building. It was pitch black, and I banged my knee on something, and swore under my breath.
"Hold on a second, I'll get us a little light." He flicked on his flashlight, but had pulled a red cel over the light, so we could just see each other. He shined the light ahead and led the way into the front of the store. There were several beds, with bare mattresses and placards with prices on them. He felt them each as we came to them until he found one that he liked. He removed the placard, and put it on another bed.
"Get your clothes off kid." He started by removing his hat, and tie. By the time I was stripped, he was slipping out of his boxer shorts. He was a a good bit older than I was, maybe in his late thirties. His body was strong and lithe, and well muscled. His butt had sharp angular planes, and when he turned around, I could see in the dim red light that his cock was massive, and hard.
He reached for my dick, and massaged my balls while he jacked on my shaft a few strokes. He pushed me down on the bed he'd selected, and climbed onto the mattress with me. He arranged himself over me, with his heavy cock and balls hanging over my face. He had me gripped in his fist, and shortly, I felt something warm, wet, and soft encircle my cockhead. It made me shiver involuntarily. I guessed he'd taken me into his mouth, and reached for his big boner. I licked the tip of his dickhead, and something clear and sticky oozed onto my tongue. I could see it stretched, glowing red from his dimmed flashlight from his cockhead, to my lip. It tasted good.
I'd never had my hand on another man's hardon before, and his felt monstrously large. I jacked it a few times, and he lowered his butt, and forced it into my mouth. I didn't know anything about sucking cock, so I just rolled my tongue around his dickhead. It wasn't long, before he had me climbing the walls with his mouth. I pulled him out of my mouth and tried to warn him I was going to cum, but he tasted the first gush, and began moaning and swallowing me to the root. I blew my first wad in a man's mouth, and loved every minute of the blowjob.
He swung his leg over me, and laid out on the bed, raised up on one elbow, He reached for his cock, and stroked it a few times. He asked me if I'd ever sucked cock before. When I denied it, he told me it showed, but with a little practice I'd be an excellent cocksucker. He guided my mouth over his cock, and talked me through the act. As time went on, he told me I was getting better at it, but that he had another idea.
"What's that?"
"You ever taken a cock in the ass?"
"No sir."
"Well you're about to."
"No sir, I don't want to get fucked...Will it hurt?"
"I'll take it easy on you. I know it's your first time, but I just have to fuck you, or would you rather have the ticket."
"No sir."
"I have an idea. I'll cuff you to the bed, and you can think of it as a rape. `course, No one will believe you if you talk about it. I'm a happily married man with two kids."
"Why are you doing this then?"
"Because it feels good." He took my left wrist, and cuffed me to the bedpost. "Because I can. Because I get off having you at my mercy to do with as I please because you broke the law." I groaned. He was getting himself worked into a state. I was afraid he'd get violent if I didn't cooperate.
He raised my legs onto his broad shoulders, and spit on my asshole. He worked it into me with his fingers, ending up with three fucking in and out of me. He had me moaning from the feelings he was giving me. I'd thought the butthole was for shitting. I had no idea there were so many points of pleasure locked away behind my back door.
"Oh man that feels good." I was tossing around on the bed beneath him.
"You like that huh?"
"Yes sir. I never knew it could feel so good."
"O.K., I'm going to put it in now. I don't want to hurt you, so I'll go slow." He didn't use a rubber, because this was years before the AIDS epidemic had struck the world. He spit on his cock, and slicked it over the shaft, and put it into me. I'd never imagined what it would feel like. I experienced a brief stab of pain, but when he reached the bottom of his stroke, he rested and it was soon replaced by wonderful sensations. He flexed his cock in me, and I could feel it move. I put my legs around his hips, and locked my ankles behind his back. I didn't want him to stop.
"You O.K. with this?" I nodded and hissed, "Yes sir". He began a slow stroke out of me, and I felt my bowels growing empty. I longed for the fullness again. He fucked back into me, and his cock head rubbed something inside me. I thought I'd go nuts with pleasure. He gradually repeated his stroking over and over, until he was fucking me at a rapid pace. I wrapped my free arm around his neck, and pulled him down on top of me. He laid his head on the mattress next to mine, and I felt his wonderful weight on my body. His cock filling and emptying my gut brought me to a state I'd never experienced with my limited sexual contact with women. I guess pussy was all right, but this was heaven. I knew I'd never be able to think of myself as anything but gay again.
He was good, and knew how to control himself. My excited cock, squirted twice more between us before he began to grunt and groan, thrusting into my ass with power. I could feel his hot sperm gushing inside me, and It felt good and wonderful. It was an experience I'd want to repeat again and again. Unfortunately, I never saw him again, no matter how fast I'd speed through his patrol area.
I was eventually transferred to New York City, to become a dispatcher for the company. I was agog with the open male sexuality I encountered there on the west side of the village. I learned about the baths, and bars and became a thoroughly experienced gay man, but I'll always be thankful for that Smokey in the Finger Lakes. He opened the gay world to me through my asshole.
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