I gathered the wrapper from my sandwich and the empty can of cola, both had gotten knocked into the dirt while Jeb fucked me. The door to the trooper's car opened and a tall man with an all-brown uniform and mirrored aviator sunglasses looked me over. "You break down?" he asked with an authoritative tone. "No, just having lunch," I said, nervously. "What happened to that other guy?" he asked. "Who?" I said, dumbly. The trooper smirked and said, "Big biker looking guy, looked like he was wrestling you on top of that table." I turned bright red from embarrassment. "Busted!" I thought. The trooper stepped around his car, and I took him in. He was tall, lean, and his tight pants held a snake of a cock. "Why don't you get me your ID?" he said, not really asking but telling me. I told him it was in my car, and he followed me to it. He leaned in close as I opened the passenger door. The car had gotten hot, and I quickly retrieved my wallet from the seat.
I handed him my license and he said, "Need you to sit in the back of my car while I run this." I looked worried and he said, "Standard practice, you're not in trouble...yet." The Trooper opened the rear door of his cruiser, and I got in. I slid into the molded plastic seat and shivered from the cold air conditioning. The Trooper went around the front of the car and slid into the driver's seat. He punched in the information off my driver's license, and we waited in silence. He looked at me in the rear-view mirror. The reflection of his mirrored sunglasses and firm jaw was intimidating, but also a little exhilarating.
"You a homosexual?" he finally asked. I blushed but wasn't going to be ashamed. "Yeah," I said, trying to muster confidence that I wasn't feeling. "I could tell you two were up to something when I drove by. You had your bare ass up in the air," he told me. I couldn't argue that, so I kind of shrugged. "That big old biker penetrate you?" he asked. I nodded that he did, turned on at the word `penetrate'. The Trooper squirmed in his seat and adjusted himself. He was getting turned on, too. "He have a big dick?" he asked, a little breathy. I nodded. "Good size," I confirmed. The Trooper coughed a little and paused before he said, "You think you got another round in you?" "I'm sorry, what?" I asked, not believing what he just asked me. This time the Trooper blushed, and he pulled my license off the little stand at the bottom of his monitor. "Looks like you got an old traffic citation," he informed me. "Bullshit," I replied. I knew I had a clean driving record. "Computer don't lie," He replied. I had a suspicion where this was heading.
The trooper stepped out of the car and walked around to the rear door and opened it. He stood over me, his crotch almost at eye level. I could tell he was getting hard. "I might have to take you in for that ticket," he informed me. Now was the big risk. I reached up and held the bulge running down his thigh and gave it a squeeze. He didn't move. I squeezed him again. He moaned a little. "Take it out," he finally said. I gripped the zipper on his tight polyester pants and managed to work the zipper down. He reached in and fished himself out. He was uncut and the tip was already glistening with precum as he pulled the foreskin back. "Give it a suck," he commanded. I moved forward, trying not to slip on the plastic of the seat and closed my lips around him. "Mmm, that's right," he sighed. The trooper ran his hands around the back of my head and messed up my hair. His leaking cock was sliding easily in and out of my mouth. He pressed forward and his cock gagged me. I backed out and caught my breath. He looked down and said, "I wanna do what that old biker did to you." "You wanna fuck?" I asked. The Trooper nodded quickly. I tried to figure out where that was going to happen, wondering if he wanted me up on the picnic table, but instead he planted his hand on my chest and pushed me back into the car. I lay back and his hands gripped the waistband of my shorts and he started to pull them off me. For the second time that day, those shorts slid right off my legs and back into the dirt. "Come here," he said and grabbed my legs and pulled me toward the open door. His hard cock pointed out straight, rigid, large, and angry looking.
The Trooper crouched down and lined himself up. He gave it a little push and I felt him in my hole. He was bigger than the biker. I yelped as he pushed in, and my muscle gripped him before finally relaxing and spreading around him. His momentum carried him deep. He liked it when I yelped and squirmed on him, which was happening naturally as I got used to his size. I told him how big he was -- which every guy likes to hear.
The Trooper was sweating, and the drops ran down his forehead off his nose and dripped onto me. "I'm gonna go deep in you," he grunted. His hands held my thighs tight but instead of pushing in, he pulled out. "Stay there," he commanded and undid his gun belt, laying it on top of the car and then unbuttoned his pants and pulled them down his legs. I scooted to the edge of the bench seat and pulled my legs back. "Good!" He encouraged me and then squatted and lined up. He pushed in hard again and I yelped again. He plowed in deep, and I felt him bottom out in me. "Ohhh fuck!!" I panted, feeling a mixture of pleasure and discomfort.
"Where you want it?" he grunted. I didn't care and I told him so. The Trooper pistoned in and out of me for several more minutes until he quickly pulled out and started jerking off over me. The first blast coated my chest and then the second hit my belly. "Eat it!" he commanded. I reached down and swiped the cum off my chest and fed myself. The Trooper clamped down on his cock and then slipped it back inside me. I felt him jerk a few more times, finishing his load inside me.
The Trooper's radio squawked, and he told me not to move. He keyed the radio, pinned to his uniform shirt, and spoke in cop code. "Do you have to go?" I asked, noting his cock was still inside me and still felt pretty hard. I gave him a little squeeze. "Fuck, you got a hot little ass," he told me. "Do that again," he told me. I squeezed him again. The Trooper smiled and pulled out. His cock was covered in frothy lube and cum. "Roll over," he said.
I rolled over and hung my ass out of the car. He pushed my feet apart as if we were going to frisk me. "That old biker cum in you too?" he asked just as he pushed a finger into my loose hole. "Mmm!" I cooed. "Yeah, he shot a load in deep," I told him, my face pressed up against the hard plastic seat. "I could tell, you're nice and wet," He said. The Trooper finger fucked me for several minutes, adding a finger and then a third. "That feels good!" I told him, grinding my hard cock against the seat.
The Trooper pulled his fingers out of me and wiped them on my shirt, which he pushed up toward my neck. I reached back and pulled it over my head, leaving me naked except for my sneakers. My bare, used ass hung outside the car and I waited for him to come back inside. "You want more?" he asked. I nodded. "Tell me, "He said. "Come fuck me some more," I begged. I wiggled my ass, hoping to tempt him. I heard some scraping above me and realized he was fumbling with the utility belt he'd put on the car. I looked back, confused to why he wasn't fucking me when I saw him pull his night stick down off the roof of the car. "What are you going to do with that?" I asked. He took a step back as if appraising my ass and stroked his cock with one hand and then ran the blunt end of the night stick over my ass. "You think you can take this?" he asked. I shrugged, turned on and alarmed at the same time. I figured I could get it in me but didn't want him to hurt me with it either.
"Come here," he beckoned. I slid out of the car and crouched in front of him. I couldn't help myself, and took his cock in my mouth, tasting my ass on him. He ran the night stick over my cheek. It was hot from being on the roof of the car. He pulled back and told me to suck it. I worked the blunt end with my mouth, getting it really wet with spit. "Stand up," he ordered. I stood up and he turned me toward the car, pushing me and then again kicking my legs apart. "Am I under arrest?" I played along. "Ssshhhh," he told me. I felt the wet, blunt end push between my cheeks, and I squatted down and pushed out to meet it. The Trooper chuckled as he pressed it against me. It didn't feel bad, and I was caught up in how naughty this felt. I moaned as it slid inside me and reached back and stroked the Trooper. "You like this?" I asked. "Yeah," he said quietly. He probed me with the stick, the smooth black wood slid deep inside me. The trooper slid it until it stopped, and I winced, knowing it was as deep as it could go. "What do you think about this?" he whispered in my ear. "It feels so good!" I answered, honestly. He pulled it out a little and then pushed it back in. I gasped with pleasure.
I was baking under the sun and I asked him to follow me. With a hand on the night stick in my ass, I walked back over to the picnic table, under the shade of the flimsy shelter. I rested my knees on the bench and bent over. I pushed and pulled it in and out, fucking myself. The trooper watched from his car until I asked him to join me. "Come here, Officer," I beckoned him. He stepped in close and I turned around so I could face him. I held his cock under mine and noted the size difference. The other end of the night stick pressed against the bench, holding it inside me. I pushed gently against the wall of muscle inside and felt it slowly slip deeper. "Oh fuck!" I moaned and felt the surge building. "I'm gonna cum!" I moaned. The Trooper covered my hand with his and stroked us together. My ass clamped down on the night stick and I cried out. I pumped jet after jet of cum on top of our cocks, sliding over him and feeling the stick press deep in me. Before I'd even finished, the Trooper ordered me to turn around. I spun around and he forcefully pulled the stick out and tossed it on top of the picnic table where it clattered. He held my shoulder and using my cum as lube, pushed deep inside me. "Hang on!" he said and pushed me down onto the table. I held on with a tight grip and the Trooper plowed in deep and held it there. I squeezed him and told him how good he felt and then I knew he was cumming. The drops of sweat falling off his face splattered my back and his tense body rocked against me. I squeezed him over and over and felt his powerful body held against mine.
Finally, he was done and slowly pulled out. "Fuuuck!" he sighed, satisfied. I felt him dripping out of me and I waited for his command, still bent over the table. He fingered my hole a little and told me he'd made a mess. I smiled, glad that I'd made him happy. The Trooper pulled his pants up and retrieved his nightstick. I stood up and smiled at him, but he ignored me. "Thanks!" I said. He grunted and turned toward his car. He picked up my t-shirt and wiped the greasy night stick down and threw it to me. "You should be on your way," he said and got in his car and started it. "Yes, sir, Officer," I said and saluted, standing there nude with a leaking bottom and soft, spent, cock.