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I woke up in the afternoon. My ass wasn't throbbing anymore. But, my head was. The one I was supposed to do my thinking with. I had one more night to work before I was off for 3. I stumbled toward my bathroom. I looked in the mirror. I was bruised where Bobby had punched me and the cut looked like it would heal quickly. Still, I didn't want to go in to work. I needed to wrap my head around what I had been doing.
I loved being a cop. I didn't really have anything else. It seemed to give me some purpose. I liked to help people. If I kept taking these risks, I'd definitely lose my job. Again. I doubt there would be any bouncing back from this one. I called my Chief and asked for the night off. I told him I was still hurting and that Bobby had fucked up my face a little bit.
"About that. The Sheriff called me over to the County Jail to look at Bobby's face. Looks like someone fucked it up too."
"He fell. A lot."
"I'll cover for you this time. And you can have the night off. Take the time to reflect upon your poor judgement."
Oh I definitely would. Just wouldn't have anything to do with that jackass in the county jail.
I went back to bed. I unplugged my phone from the wall charger and opened my screen. I checked my email, mostly junk. I checked my Facebook, mostly blocked by those dickheads I used to work with. I played a game or two. I tried to avoid porn that day. I really did. After doing the crazy things I had done over the past couple of weeks (culminating in 5 different guys in one night), I really thought I'd try abstinence. That lasted all of 26 minutes. That's how long it took to get sucked into tumblr.
I discovered something on tumblr. There were hundreds of sites dedicated to white bottoms serving black tops. Apparently, I was far from being the only white guy who lost total control around a dominant black stud. There were several white guys out there claiming to be owned by what they called a superior race.
Prior to this sexual awakening, I never thought of one race being superior over another. I grew up in a mixed school and everyone seemed equal to me. I did notice more poor black people than white, but then I was poor too.
There was no doubt in my mind that Dontay was sexually superior to me. All of those black men and the two Latinos I had been with were sexually superior. The thought of being an owned bitch made my dick come to life. I rubbed one out to a muscular white guy getting pounded by a slim black guy.
I tried to resume a normal life during my off days. I still jogged. I worked out. I did the laundry. I cleaned my gear. But I was jacking off more than usual. And it was never enough.
On my last off night I decided to check out a place I had heard about. There was an adult book store two counties over along the interstate. I heard it was frequented by a rougher crowd and a good place for a blow and go. It was only a 45 minute drive. Why not? I made the trek over.
I pulled into the gravel parking lot and scanned the vehicles. A couple of basic looking sedans, a four wheel drive Dodge Ram and 2 18-wheelers. Meh, looked like it might have been a slow night and I might have wasted my time. But I went in anyway. Might at least buy a toy or something.
Going through the entrance did nothing to get my motor running. It was all heterosexual and lesbian porn from wall to wall. I saw a couple of white guys in this section. They looked sheepish. Timid. Scared that I might tell their wives that they were checking out the lesbian section. Like I even know those bitches. I moved toward a doorway that looked promising. Payday, it was the gay section. Two guys were in there. One looked to be of Italian decent, maybe in his 40s. The other caught my attention immediately. He was a slightly overweight black guy with massive biceps. His short sleeve shirt (with the moving company's logo) revealed some tattoos all over those muscles. Nom nom nom.
Just being in his presence turned that switch in me. He was in the gay section so surely he wouldn't deck me if I tried. Hopefully he would dick me instead. He was looking through magazines. I went over to the movies. I made sure he noticed I was looking at the interracial section. I pretended not to be paying attention to him. Of course, for a second I lost focus when I saw a cover of a video that had a white guy being spit roasted by two black men. I temporarily wondered if that's what I looked like a few nights ago. Mr. Mover brushed up behind me. "That's a good one," he said. I turned my head to look at him and I smiled. Then I felt his hand go down the inside of my shorts to the crack of my ass. His fingers found my hole.
He started by rubbing his fingers on the outside of it. I was going crazy. Then he withdrew his fingers for a quick sniff test (of course I cleaned before going there) and lubed his fingers with spit. When he went back in this time, he shoved two fingers in my hole. I was holding onto the shelf and panting. The Italian was fixated on us.
"You gonna fuck him? Fuck him here, right here."
I would have. I was that worked up. The clerk heard that and came into the room.
"Nope. Take that somewhere's else. I don't need the law to come busting up in here."
Oh, the law's going to cum alright.
Mr. Mover withdrew his hand. "My truck is outside." I followed him to one of the 18-wheelers. It was a sleeper cab. That was convenient. I climbed up into it with him. We layed on the bed and started kissing , passionately, while removing each other's clothes. We spent a good 20 minutes exploring each other's mouths. Then he did something I did not expect. He went down on me. I'd have to say it was one of the best blow jobs of my life. And just when I was getting to the edge, he flipped me over. I thought he was about to start laying pipe but I got another surprise. His tongue on my asshole. The rim job he was giving me was driving me insane.
After he pulled his face off, he grabbed something from a drawer next to the bed. He handed me a small bottle that was labeled "pig sweat". He told me to take a couple of hits.
"I don't do drugs."
"And you still won't. These are poppers. Inhale them through your nose and it will help open that ass up to me. They ain't illegal. They sell 'em in there."
I inhaled through each nostril while Mr. Mover was spitting on his dick and my hole. Holy shit. Poppers. Yeah. If I thought I was a slut before....
He eased himself into me. I was still on my stomach. He was slowly moving in and out. I was moaning.
"Moan for me. I love that."
I did as he asked. I was all about pleasing him. He was moving his dick in and out slowly. He wasn't trying to hurt me. He was a gentle lover. He picked me up and put me on my back. I wrapped my legs around him while he slid it in again. He kissed me deeply while thrusting inside me. He was hitting my prostate in this position. When he switched from kissing my mouth to the side of my neck, I couldn't take it anymore. I came between our stomachs. He looked down on me, smiling, "Good boy."
He flipped me over and continued fucking me on my stomach. He was still kissing the back on my neck, which felt amazing. He started making a grunting sound when he came in me. He also bit me pretty hard on my neck at the same time.
He flopped down in the bed and I got up and got dressed.
"You got a sweet ass, boy."
"Thank you, sir."
I made my exit from the cab. I'll never look at those trucks the same way again. Just one more fucking thing to make me horny.
Before I left, I went back inside and bought 3 bottles of pig sweat.
To be continued....