"Copping Around"
Chapter 13
I quickly hurried across the pavement at his encouragement not really knowing why. But in my peripheral vision I saw a vehicle coming up the lane from the back of the motel. I hurriedly dashed around the front of the truck and crouched down on the driver's side. Instinctively, I knew for some reason I should hide. The large king cab hid my body as I listened to the vehicle slowly drive by us. Just as it passed the back end of the truck, I looked and realized it was a patrol car. Quickly I opened the back door and jumped inside. I remained crouched down as the driver started the truck and bellowed, "That's the second time that fucker has driven by us! He drove by the first time while you were inside. He made sure he checked us out."
As the truck started rolling, I eased up and looked out the back window. I saw the patrol car pull out onto the highway and a deep sigh escaped me. Sticking my head between the front seats and leaning on the console, I directed them to the room. "Straight back towards those open gates."
I bit my thumb nail as I wondered if John was in the cruiser. Obviously, he didn't see me or he'd have stopped. It reassured me that I could pull this off today but going forward I really needed to be super careful doing tricks here. I tapped the driver's shoulder as he approached the room and recommended where he should park. I glanced around checking the perimeter before I popped opened the door.
"I don't think this is the type of place we should leave our trailer alone," the driver announced as he stepped out looking around. "Hector, you stay here till I'm done. Then you can go in," he bellowed.
He followed behind me, as I moved across the road and toward the room. I quickly glanced over and saw the junkyard guy Jack, craning his neck looking our way. I threw up my arm and waved towards him. Unlocking the door, I was greeted by the all too familiar musty smell I had grown used to. The air was already turned on and the room felt nice and cool. As we both stepped in, he closed the door behind him and started pulling his shorts down. I was rewarded with seeing a nice uncut limp cock nestled in a thick patch of black groin hair. His nuts were nicely rounded and were drawn up close to his body. One nut hung slightly lower than the other in masculine way.
"Hey man, you sure you don't want to fuck some ass," I asked as I pulled my tee shirt over my head?
"Nah man," he answered as he shook out the kinks in his junk. "Hector wants to bust some ass today. But I'm just looking for a blow job."
I was sorely disappointed as I got slowly down to my knees before him. "You sure man," I asked again looking up at him? "I'd love to experience being fucked by you." Shaking his head, no, I slowly eased myself closer to him savoring the distinctive scent an uncut cock gives off and slowly began to blow him.
I also enjoyed the scent of a warm crotch from a hardworking man as I took his shaft deep in my throat. His wildly growing crotch hair tickled the end of my nose. I was quickly rewarded with a nice warm load after only a few minutes of bobbing on his shaft. But it was over all too soon for me as he hurriedly pulled his shorts up, once he was done. I wiped my lips and ran my tongue over my teeth looking for any remnants of his cum. He turned, opened the door, and stepped out before I could get up.
I slowly got to my feet and begrudgingly got prepared for Hector. I really wasn't into having sex with him, but had committed myself already. Not being the best-looking guy and carrying more weight than I like on a man, I knew I had to follow through with this. I no sooner got my ass lubed before he stormed through the door as he slammed it shut. Grinning from ear to ear and already sporting a hardon in his shorts.
"Let's go bitch. I've got a nice load in my nuts I need to drop," he said way too loudly. He then stepped out of his shorts leaving his boots on. Slowly he approached me sitting on the foot of the bed. His dark brown uncut cock stood out tall in front of him averaging about five inches. It swayed back and forth as he moved up to me. His foreskin was already retracted revealing a bright pink moist looking cock head. I had to admit his piss hole was large and gapped slightly open making it look very enticing. I reached for it wanting to lick on the end of his cock head, but he refused me.
"On your belly gringo," he commanded of me. "I prefer not looking at a dudes face while I'm fucking. I gotta put on a rubber or are you wanting what's in my big balls," he then asked?
As I turned over and crawled up the bed, I reluctantly answered that he didn't need to wear one. Apparently, he really liked that because instantly the bed dipped to one side as he moved up behind me getting into position.
"I won't take long without a rubber on," he said nonchalantly as he aimed his cock between my butt cheeks. "I was hoping you wouldn't make me wear one." I grunted as he quickly crawled a top my back and slipped inside me. Within seconds, he began thrusting in and out of me. His warm cigarette breath enveloped my ear as he rubbed his scruffy chin against it. Over and over, he whispered in my ear, "Yeah, you like that don't you gringo."
True to his words, it didn't take him long. Once I relaxed and gave in, I arched my hips back against his groin to hurry things along. Squeezing my asshole tight, he moaned and really started to thrust into me.
Once he squirted, he was sliding off my back and heading for the bathroom. I layed there and again I heard the all too familiar sound of a dude pissing in the bowl. This hooking up with them hadn't turned out quite the way I thought it would. I should have just gone home earlier I now realized. Packed with two loads, my asshole reeked of sperm. Slowly, a drip ran down my taint onto the back of my balls. The strong smell of semen filled my nostrils in my heightened state as I yawned. Half wanting to take a nap, I had already fucked up my day off. Once he flushed, he was walking out telling me they needed to get going.
We left the room together stepping out into the bright sunlight. The heat instantly hit me and I wondered why I had worn my fatigues today. Instantly I saw Jack talking with the driver. They were both smoking a cigarette and chatting away like old friends. Jack bellowed as we both got closer, "That's some nice pussy isn't it my friend?"
Quickly the guy behind me became super macho. Grabbing his crotch and gyrating his hips back and forth. "I busted a good nut in him," he bragged acting like a horny fucking dog humping air. They both then busted out laughing as I felt a little humiliated inside. Jack wanted my attention as I got closer to the truck.
"Hey dude, your friend here and I were just talking about that cop patrolling around the motel. He says he was checking them out while you were renting a room. He's the one that was harassing you the last time I saw you here, remember? You know, big dude with an attitude. He's been asking me if I have seen you around here lately. Asked me like three times already."
Instantly I got a sick feeling in my gut as I asked him what he told him about me?
"Ahh, I was cool man, no worries," he answered. "I told him I thought you were a good guy. Told him you had some mighty fine pussy on you and he should try it sometime," he then laughed!
"Ah dude, you didn't say that did you," I asked, noticing my hand starting to shake?
"Well, sort of like that, I didn't lie. He knows you turn tricks here. I made sure I played you up good. I hadn't seen you here in a long while, that parts true. But I slipped and told him that I had partaken of your merchandise before. He seemed real interested in what I had to say."
That scared the Jesus out of me and for the next couple weeks and I was on my best behavior even though it killed me. Then on a Tuesday afternoon at shift change, officer John approached me as I was putting my duffle bag in the trunk of my cruiser. He scared the shit out of me when he spoke behind me.
"Hey man, what you been up to," he said boldly as he stepped closer to me?
Slightly scared as to where this might lead, I instantly stuttered as I answered his question.
"Ah, nothing much John. I've been keeping my nose clean. I'm sorry the way things went down between us last time."
"Nah man, it's all good. You've kept your word. You haven't been around the motel and I haven't seen your ass anywhere near there. I commend you on doing the right thing. I understand a guy can fuck up once in a while and needs a break. You've kept your word," he said as he patted my back.
"Thanks John," I answered with a smile, feeling somewhat relieved that this wasn't something worse. We stood there with an uncomfortable silence between us for way too long before he spoke again.
"You still seeing that black dude I saw you with," he asked?
I was really shocked to hear him ask me that but I played it cool. "Well, off and on," I answered not knowing what was the right answer here.
Nudging even closer to me, I could smell the remnants of his morning aftershave on him.
"Is it really true what they say about the size of their cocks," he then asked looking around to be sure we were alone?
Inside my head I was like, `Holy fucking shit. What's going on here!' Never in a million years would I suspect he would want to know what a black dude's cock was like. I mean, he looked tuff as nails and straight as they come. Always talking sports and about shooting guns with fellow officers. Bragging about chicks he let out of a ticket for showing him their tits. Pulling my brain back to the moment, I answered unsure where all this was going.
"Yeah, it sure is," I answered as I watched his reaction. "Theo, that's the name of the guy back at the motel, he's hung like a bull dude. I swear he's at least nine inches or more. But I mean, fuck, I've never had a tape measure handy I could whip out and measure it with," I laughed. That seemed to lighten things a little as I continued to talk. "I thought I was doing alright in the dick department till I saw his. Mine looks like a fucking thumb up alongside that telephone pole. And those nuts on him squirt the most amazing amount of sperm you ever saw."
"No fucking shit," was his immediate response. He definitely perked up then. "And he's been getting up your ass with that thing," he then asked really intrigued as he shoved his hand in his front pocket hiding his arousal?
"Yeah, he has," I opened up and confessed with no fears. "I don't want to lie to you like last time John. He was fucking me in that motel room."
Speaking really low he then said. "I've always wondered what it would be like to see one in real life. You know, compare it to mine."
"Yeah, I understand that," I answered. "There's no shame in wondering what's in another dude's pants. If you're really interested John, (and I treaded very lightly here as I said it) I could introduce you to Theo."
"I'm not into that faggot shit like you are," he instantly bristled up saying. "I'm just fucking curious, that's all." Stepping away from me for a few minutes, he slowly paced around looking down at the ground with both his hands in his uniform pockets. I knew better than to say anything more or move from my spot. After he seemed to cool down, he took a deep breath and moved back closer to me. He didn't look at me as he spoke. "Can I trust this guy? You know, can he keep a secret? Because if I can, I might be interested in maybe a look at his. You know, man to man stuff, no faggot shit."
"Sure John," I answered quickly trying to reassure him I was in his corner. I can text Theo later, ask him if he's willing. He's a garbage truck driver so who would ever believe him if he was to ever say something. His word against ours, no one's going to believe him. Especially when he's talking about you. The toughest cop on day patrol! But I know with confidence he won't say anything. We've been going at it for almost two months now and he's never breathed a word to anyone about me. Plus, he's like you, married with a couple kids. He's just looking for some ass on the side so he's not fucking around on his wife. With a dude, you know it's different in a straight guy's mind. I think you could relate to that yourself right now. You two could meet at my house and spend some time together there. Get to know each other better. You can do as little as you want or more if you're up for that. No one will ever know but the three of us. You can trust me on this John." Leaning both arms on my open trunk lid, he hung his head low. I could tell he was nervous as fuck. Finally, he looked at me with furrowed eyebrows. "Ok, text him and ask. But if you ever utter a word of this to anyone, I'll end you," he said in a tone I knew he meant it.
"I'll let you know tomorrow what he says," I answered as I closed my lid. "I have to confess; he'll want to know if you're willing to get fucked? It could determine whether he will meet up with you. At least let me tell him you'll consider it so he'll be willing to stop over. Otherwise, he will most likely not come."
Biting his lip and looking at the ground, he looked up at me with a glazed over look in his eyes. "Let's see what he says first. That's a really big step for me, you know that, right" he quietly said?
"Yeah, sure, of course it is. I'll have some beers handy to ease the mood that day. You two can talk more about all that at my house. It's always your call where this goes."
"Ok," was his final response as he then indicated he needed to get home to the wife. "I don't have to say this again, do I? This shit is between you and I only," he said as he turned and walked away. I admired his firm ass in his somewhat tight uniform pants as he drifted away. Shaking my head, I still couldn't believe what had just happened between us!
Of course, Theo was all in! I have to confess thatvI was jealous as fuck. But hooking him up with John might ease us back into some time together and I was hungering for that big cock. I saw John bullshitting with another officer the next afternoon after I finished my roll call. The insecurity in my head arose again as I wondered if this still was some kind of entrapment. Set up to bring me down in a really humiliating way. It still shocked me to think John was going down this road. When I saw their conversation end, I slowly approached him. He was nervous as hell checking all around him as I got closer. I quickly informed him things were set up if he still wanted to meet up with Theo. I confirmed that Saturday was good to go at around one in the afternoon." You really fucking sure you want this," I said as I raised my voice pointing my finger at him? "This isn't some kind of game is it, John? Because it's not funny, if it is." I looked around again expecting for a couple of suits to step towards me and detain me.
"I'm fucking serious Kent," he barked back. "I wouldn't risk everything I worked for if I wasn't. It's something I need to finally explore. So yeah, I can make it," he uttered. Then looking like he was thinking heavy, he offered up. "I could tell the wife I need a haircut and slip over your place afterwards. Did he mention, you know," he asked hesitantly?
"Of course, he asked," I answered checking to be sure we were still alone. "He's always looking for a piece of ass. He remembered you from when you interrogated him at the motel. Said you were a fine-looking white dude. He's really looking forward to meeting you. If I were you, I'd get prepared mentally to go through with it. He has a way of getting in your head and you out of your pants. He loves fucking a white guy's ass and if I say so myself, yours is really fine looking."
He blushed hearing me say that and grinned awkwardly. "And you really take him fully," he asked with wide eyes and upturned brows?
"Yeah, and he'll want you to also if you decide to go forward. He'll go slow and easy on you your first time. He's really gentle and caring. He knows it's a lot of cock to take. This I'll warn you ahead of time though he hates using rubbers. He won't fuck with one on. He'll pull out before he shoots if you want him to. But he prefers you take his load. And honestly John, you'll want to at that moment."
"Fuck," he said as he rubbed his mouth and chin. "I remember you said his nuts really produce large loads. Wow, it's a lot to think about. Guess it's too late to turn back now that you both know my secret. You sure he'll go slow with me?"
"For sure bud, for sure. But again, be prepared, because he'll be wanting to fuck you regularly afterwards. After a couple weeks he'll slow down. Maybe once a week thereafter."
"There's no way I can slip away more than once a week," he uttered looking like he was in a trance. "I'm really not on board with this getting fucked part yet anyways. Especially when he wants to fuck without a rubber on. It's crazy to think I'd allow another dude to shoot in me. I don't know how this suddenly turned into that when all I wanted was to check him out. We'll just see how this all goes. Hell, I may not like this dude anyways. So, maybe I'll see you Saturday."
I walked away really not sure if he would follow through or not.
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