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I got in my patrol car. I shut the door and sat there for a second. I was mindful of my sore ass and my lips felt numb, but I wasn't worried about all that. What the fucking fuck is wrong with me? I just got off to two Mexican dudes pissing all over me after they had used me as a cum rag. I picked up my mike and told dispatch that I was back in service. The truth was that I had been servicing 4 studs for the past hour and a half.
I went back on patrol. I couldn't quit thinking about what I had just done. There was no one that I could talk to about this. I was disowned by my Southern Baptist parents when they found out I was gay. I had no siblings. I had very few friends left after being terminated. They were more or less just casual acquaintances. There was no way I was going to talk to them about all this.
An hour later I was summoned to an unknown trouble call at a trailer park in town. The county sent me a back up unit as the 911 operator heard screaming. I waited a block away for the county unit who was still 15 minutes out. I rolled down my window and I could hear the woman screaming and the occasional word, stop. I went against policy and went in without backup. Fuck policy, someone needed my help. I pulled onto the street and saw the problem right away. Bobby McElyea (a bi-racial man in his early 20s and a constant problem to the police department) was beating the shit out of his pregnant black wife.
I threw the car in park and got out yelling for him to get on the ground. He looked up at me and yelled, "Fuck you, Faggot!" And took off running. I gave chase, letting dispatch know. We ran through a few yards and jumped a couple of fences. I lost him in the darkness around an abandoned trailer but I heard him catching his breath. I followed that sound right to him. He squared up at me and tried to punch me. His first was a miss, but his follow up struck my face. But, you know I like it rough. He had broke the skin and I felt blood. I was looking him in the eyes like a lunatic while licking the blood off my fingers. I said, "Is that the best you can do, bitch?"
I closed the distance between us and my first strike was my forearm to the base of his neck. His knees buckled and I was on top of him in no time. I didn't cuff him immediately as I may or may not have hit him a couple of times first. I mean, don't punch a cop if you don't want to get hurt. In a short time, I had his hands cuffed behind his back. I rolled him over and stood him up to start walking him back to my car. I could hear a siren wailing in the distance. We made it to the street one block over from where we started. He had a small audience so he started acting up again. He fell to the ground acting as if I had pushed him. Then he started screaming, "Get this faggot cop before he kills me!"
"Yeah, I don't guess you've noticed, but everyone around here fucking hates you. They probably want me to shoot you. And by the way, how many cool points do you get for getting your ass whooped by a faggot? Now get up and walk."
"Fuck you, faggot. Carry me, bitch!"
"Oh darling. I thought you'd never ask."
I flipped him to his stomach and grabbed him by his ankles. I then started dragging him down the street with his face scraping the asphalt. He was very unhappy about that. I told him he asked for it, that was how I carried heavy trash. The backup unit arrived and was looking for me. I radioed my position as I was dragging Bobby. The county car pulled up to us. The deputy was kind enough to transport my prisoner. He also called an ambulance for me saying, "Damn man, he got you good on both sides of your face." That was when the adrenaline rush ended for me. I realized most of the marks on my face were from getting fucked by Dontay and Kevin a few hours ago.
I walked back over to the victim. She had some pretty significant wounds. I diverted the EMTs to her when they arrived. I completed my reports and drove to the county jail to drop off my paperwork.
I pulled back into town during the really quiet part of my shift. There were only two places open at that time of night, the mini-mart and the Waffle House. I went to the mini-mart to get something to drink. Terrell was working.
"Sup Jessie?"
"Good. How you been?"
"It's been slow here. I hear you been busy."
"Yeah, Bobby was beating Melinda again."
"Let's put an icepack on that face of your's. I got one in the cooler. C'mon."
I followed Terrell into the walk-in cooler. Even with the night I had, I couldn't take my eyes off his perfect ass. How did I know he had a perfect ass? Because his pants sagged past half of it. He was wearing blue underwear. Terrell went into the freezer and retrieved an ice pack. He stepped back to the cooler where I was and put it on my face. I was looking out into the empty store through the coke products and the glass doors when he spoke up.
"I didn't know about Bobby and Melinda tonight. Not surprising, though. He bought a lot of beer earlier."
"Then what did you mean by my being busy?" I started wondering how many fucking people could have been looking through those blinds.
"I'm pretty tight with Dontay."
And without another word, he whipped it out. Terrell was tall and skinny and his dick was long and fat. At first it scared the shit out of me. I thought there was no way I wanted that anywhere near my already abused holes. But, who was I kidding? I knew damn well I'd be taking that dick. I mean...there would be cum involved. And how could I turn that down.
Without being told, I started to drop to my knees. Terrell grabbed my arm and said, "Nope. Not that hole. Turn around."
I figured it would be my job to get him hard but apparently He had a special way of jacking off. He was making these waving movements with his hand. I had taken my duty belt off and my pants were around my boots. He wanted me to spread my cheeks while he got hard to the sight of my hole (he called it a pussy just like his friends did). Everybody has their own thing that gets them going I reckon. He was hard in no time.
I have no idea what he used as lube. But I know he used something other than spit. I wouldn't be alive to write this if he hadn't used some actual type of lube with that monster dick. And holy fuck, when he entered me it didn't feel like it would ever stop. I figured I'd see the tip of his dick coming out of my mouth at any time. Ok not really that huge but you get my point. Which is that it hurt. A lot. He put his hand over my mouth when I let out my first yelp. I could feel his tight stomach hitting my ass, so there was no doubt he was all the way in. I was fighting the urge to cry and hoping he hurried the fuck up and cum. It took a little bit. Toward the end, we were both standing up, with me pressed up against the shelves in the cooler. Even with all that pain I was hard. And after a while a first happened for me. I sure wasn't expecting to cum but I did. I wasn't even touching my dick. I noticed my cum landed on several bottled drinks on the shelves. After I came, he kept one hand over my mouth and then wrapped his other arm around my neck. It was uncomfortable but was still able to breathe. He got crazy strong for a second and thrusting even harder while saying, "Yeah....yeah....fuuuuuccck." And that was the fifth load I had taken during that shift.
As Terrell pulled that elephant trunk out of my ass, he apologized. "Dontay said you could take it and that you liked it rough. My bitch will only let me put it in halfway. And she definitely don't let me put it in without a condom." He handed me some paper towels and I started cleaning up before pulling my pants back up. Strangely enough, my ass felt empty and I wanted him back in there. I thanked him and left before I tried to get him hard again and do permanent damage to my ass.
He said, "Tell Dontay that I'll square up with him next week after payday."
I walked, carefully, to my car. I sat down painfully. I could still feel him in there, and would for the rest of my shift. I didn't stop feeling him until I went to sleep that morning.
To be continued...