Married Man Cum Obsession - Part 7 Written by Daddy Comments or questions: Vampyrered@gmail.com
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Now what was Chris going to do? Caught in the middle of redneck territory, in the woods behind a bar, faced with a big ole cop looking to haul his ass to jail. Chris' sexual obsession had gotten him into a position he hoped never to be in, however he knew that his luck would run out sometime.
"So you enjoy being any man's bitch?" the cop asked. Chris just stared at him, not knowing if he should answer or try to talk his way out of it. "Not exactly sure what you mean?" Chris answered. "Don't fucking try to be coy about it faggot!" "I know exactly who you are, what you are, and from what I saw, it all fits". "Why don't we take a trip down to the station and I will see how I want to handle this." Chris was terrified. "Turn around, hands behind your back", the cop bellowed. It was all too unreal. Although Chris knew he had walked into a trap of some sort, he was not exactly sure how he was going to get out of it.
The squad car pulled up to a very nondescript building in the middle of town. Given where he was, Chris assumed it housed the local jail, and the court in one. On the ride to town Chris tried to figure out how to get himself out of his present position, but for the life of him he just couldn't. He started to chastise himself for his behavior, but knew in the final analysis he probably would not have done anything different. Since embarking on this journey of sexual awakening Chris opened himself up to any, and all, experiences. In following his basic instincts he found that the further he indulged, the baser the scenarios got.
Chris was not deluding himself into thinking he was just going to have a few "curious" encounters. Though that is how it all began. However, ever since that first hotel room encounter Chris found that he could not say no to any cock. His life was being ruled by his natural instinct to be used by men, and give them the kind of pleasure they could not find, nor expected to find with any woman. It was about the cock un-tasted, the load untaken, the connection to a man that women just didn't understand.
Even though Chris himself was married to a woman, had children and lived an ordinary life, he realized that men wanted more. Some men followed their natural inclinations for sex, however deviant from the norm, and were happier because of it. Had anyone told him a few months ago that he would be taking anonymous cock loads he would have thought them crazy.
Men as a part of society are taught early on what is expected by society and what their sexual behavior should be. However, not everyone feels the same. For men like Chris, having sex with other men was just a natural instinct. That among the other natural drives, he knew from a very young age that this was something his mind, body and soul needed. Just because the world says that you should be sexual only one way, does not make it correct. Even straight men find pleasure with other men.
Chris was hauled out of the squad car, and roughly escorted into the jail. There were only a handful of policeman in the station but all eyes were on him. He wanted to hide, but understood they all knew who, and what he was. "Sit your ass over there while I make arrangements for you!" Chris was thrown over to a small row of chairs, and sat there as instructed. He watched the cop swagger over to the in-processing desk, and had to admit the man had a great ass. His thoughts then went to how did the cop's ass taste, and would it be sweaty. Even in his present situation he was thinking about how much pleasure he would get and give to the cop.
He overheard the policeman explain who he was, and how he was apprehended. The three other policeman in the station all looked over and him and began to laugh. One of the cops looked over at him and grabbed his crotch suggestively, and Chris began to sweat. The cops were making comments and jokes at his expense. Chris felt humiliated, and yet turned on at the same time. A call came in over the radio and the hunk of an officer who hauled him in had to leave, which left him in the care of the bear behind the desk, and the taller thin cop that was doing errands that night.
"Seems to me we need to lock you fag ass up in the holding cell till morning" the bearish cop said. "Nothin's going to happen tonight with your arrest, so we will make use of your ass while we can." "Roger, come take this cock sucker back to the far cell with Dutch". "You sure you want Dutch to get his hands on him first, cause his hole might be mighty sloppy by the time you get there Burt!" and he laughed. "Just do what I fucking told you to do boy"!
Roger came over and roughly stood me up and walked me back to the holding cells. It was darker than Hades back there, but at least dry and warm. Not sure who this Dutch character was, but felt a little uneasy by the way Roger described the outcome with him. Must be one of the local bikers, or local drunks. We got to the last cell in the back and he unlocked the door and pushed me in. Then he had me back up to the cell and then took off the cuffs. Of course he made sure to take a good handful o f my ass as that same time.
I could make out another body in the cell, but it was so dark I couldn't tell you exactly what he looked like. He was a larger framed man, but that was about it. I tried to be as quiet as possible as he was lying on the cot against the wall. For a few minutes it was just quite back there. No sounds, not nothing. Then out of the darkness came this deep voice. "So, they stuck you in with me did they?" I half jumped out of my skin. I was caught off guard, and yes a bit afraid. I was not really sure how to respond exactly, but felt that I needed to establish some credibility. "Yeah I guess they did", was all I could come up with. "Then you must be something special, 'cause they don't just stick anyone in my cell, usually only those they think can handle my kind of play." I had an idea of what they were hoping to achieve, but as I had not yet seen the man, I had no idea of what to expect.
"Why'd they pick you up boy?" the voice asked. "Public indecency, loitering, and sex in public", I answered. "Well, well, well, then you are the cock sucker in town that I have heard about. You like your dick anyway a guy gives it to you." I didn't really need to answer the question, it was more of a statement. All of a sudden he stands up. The man had to be at least seven feet tall, weighing in at about 280 of solid muscle. He had his shirt loose, and unbuttoned so that when he hit was little light there was in the cell, I could tell that his chest was covered in blonde hair. The hair on his head was long and held back in braid, and swung as he walked. His thighs were massive and the jeans he had on were well worn and torn. He was a biker who had seen many miles of road, and many miles of ass hole.
Dutch stopped short in the middle of the room. The sliver of light cut him in half across his torso that it only showed his torso. He squatted down just out of reach, and spoke in a whisper. "You like dick boy? You like a man's cock up your ass? You willing to do what a man needs you to do to get off boy? I was already hard, but his words pulled on my need, pulled on that desire and made my erection hurt. "Yes, SIR." I replied. "Good you can start working on my boots first and work your way up!" Obeying him was not a question, but where this would lead was.
I started at the toes, but Dutch had other ideas, he wanted me to start on the sole. I licked the edge around the heavy boot, and worked into each crevice of the soles track. They were caked with dirt, grease and if I did not miss the taste a bit of shit too. I closed my eyes and tried not to think about what I was doing, why I was going it, and how I got into this position. I did know that if I did a good job on his boots, his cock would be mine. I worked diligently on the sole, cleaning with my tongue as best I could. I worked up to the well work leather and spit to make sure it shone.
As I did this I could tell he was getting aroused at the scene. He had already pulled the zipper on his grungy jeans open. He had is hand into the opening and was massaging his cock. "Good boy, I think you did and excellent job on my boots, now get up here and spit shine my cock. I moved up to his crotch, and pulled out his cock. It was a thick piece of meat about the size of my forearm around. It was not exceptionally long, but that did not matter it was going to hurt. The thought of being stretched by his cock almost put me over the edge. My dick was straining against its confines and the more power he exerted over me, the more I wanted to cum.
I teasingly licked the bulbous head on his shaft. He has begun to precum and it was sweet. I worked the tip of my tongue into his piss slit to gain more, and was rewarded. "Good pig, you definitely know how to work a man's cock, but I want you to choke on it. With that he pushed my head as far down on his cock as he could get. He held my head down on his crotch so that he cut off my air supply. I tried to hold on as long as I could but I could feel the bile rise up in my throat. He let me go suddenly so I could breathe again. However, no sooner did I catch my breath than he forced me back down on his thick cock. He repeated this over and over again. The spit was drooling out of mouth and around his shaft. I know he was getting off on fucking my throat.
Dutch pushed me off his cock and demanded I strip. I complied of course. Then he ordered me to untie his boots, and help him out of his clothes. The dutiful slave I was becoming obeyed every order. I had too, as his cock and his cum were my rewards. As I pulled his jeans down I got a whif of just how dirty and sweaty and manly Dutch was. He must not have changed underwear in some time, and his natural scent was strong. Even in the dim light I could see the piss stained white briefs that had seen better days. I knew the rest of him would be just as rank.
"Now boy work on my feet and clean them up, I want you to enjoy my stink". I did as he required. I started to lick and suck on each of his stubby, hairy toes, and work my tongue between. He was correct in that they stunk. The sour smell of days of confinement in those boots was potent. As I finished the right foot, he directed me to lick my way up his legs. I was running dry on spit, but did my best. He must have noticed because he abruptly pushed my head away, and without an worning started to piss on my face. "Open up you slag, you need something to quench your thirst so you can finish the job you started!" I opened wide and began to drink down his heady piss as fast as I could. The stream was powerful and he obviously had a huge bladder as it seemed he pissed for a long time.
Naturally I could not swallow it all and a lot of it spilled onto my clothing, and such. I didn't care, the man owned me. The flow decreased, and he pushed into his crotch, and demanded that I continue my cleaning service. I was right about the smell. It was a complex mix of sweat, piss, cum, and shit. Taking a quick inventory I could tell he was not a man that worried too much about how well he wiped his ass. There were definite track marks in those grungy underwear, and that scent mixed into the rest. I worked down his shaft, and down to his balls. I took each into my mouth and gave them a good bathing. I then worked down to his taint to finish my work. He stopped me just long enough to move over to the bench and lean back so I could get in there. He lifted his massive legs and let me work my tongue into his trench.
He tasted amazing. This is what I lived for. He was a real man that knew how to use a real man for his pleasure. I finally hit his pucker and as I thought the hairs were crusty with his dump. I didn't stop but went to work with my tongue and mouth cleaning him up. His pucker reflexed as I probed it to see how far he would let me go. The big biker relaxed his sphincter and let me go as far in as my tongue would go. His moaning signaled that I indeed was hitting the right chords with him. He worked his shaft as I worked his hole, and my rape was not to far off.
Ok slag, come sit on this cock. I got off my knees and turned to away from the hulk of a man, to sit on his cock. He spit on his fingers and wiped some into my hole. After the fucking I received a few hours ago my hole was sore and the intrusion hurt, but it also was loose enough to slide down his cock. He held my hips and guided me down. The head popped into me easily, but the rest of the shaft was going to take some effort. Dutch could care less, and kept forcing his dick into my worn out cunt. I tried to relax and push out as I could so the pain would not be too much, but there is a point when you have to cry out. By the time I was half way down I felt the sides of my hole tear a bit. The pain was intense.
He pushed me up a bit on his shaft and the back down again, and with each successive push more and more of him pushed inside me. Finally he had me down on his pubic hair, and I was filled like I had never been before. I was proud the fact that my ass allowed him in, but a bit worried about the after effects. He started to thrust into me with short intense bursts. Each of those thrust tore a little bit more at my hole, but his head hit pay dirt inside. I didn't worry about screaming or moaning as I knew the cops didn't care, and if they did it was only because they wanted part of the action.
Dutch was a powerful man, and once we go a rhythm going it was like bing jackhammered. He didn't care if he hurt me, and I think got off on the fact that there was a bit of pain on my part. I got to a point were the pain turned to pleasure, and a sense of achievement. I was taking this man's cock at whatever the cost, and he received pleasure from my hole. I was where I belonged in the natural order of things. Dutch had me bent over, holding onto the bars of the cell and fucking me slowly. As I suspected the cops wanted in on the action as the two on duty walked in. "Well look here Bud, we got ourselves a porn show going on." "Yep, looks like the whore is getting the working over he deserves".
"Hey Earl why should Dutch get all the fun, why don't you make the whore suck you dick?" "You know Bud that ain't a bad idea, seems he is in the perfect position." With that Bud, the "bearish" cop unzipped the fly of his uniform and hauled out his cock. It was definitely smaller around than what was pounding my butt, but thick nonetheless. He stuck it through the bars, and demanded I suck it. I moved a bit to accommodate the new dick, and started to deep throat the shaft. I can only imagine what the scene looked like to the casual observer. I was lost in the sex, and could have cared less. Bud, the thinner, redneck cop joined in shortly and pushed his cock in next to Bud's. I alternated from one to the other as Dutch kept a good rhythm on my hole.
As the scene unfolded I could tell that Dutch was close to coming. His hands dug harder into my sides, and he is thrusts were more deliberate. He was hitting the same spots in my ass that were massaging the right points on his dick. As for Bud and Earl, they now had their pants down around their ankles. I was still sucking them both, but apparently Bud now was digging deep into Earls butt with his fingers as they kissed . Who knew they would turn on each other. Dutch finally let out a brutal cry and I felt his cock spasm inside me, filling me with his load. He seemed to cum forever. He pulled out and demanded I clean his cock off. I stopped sucking the two cops, and immediately got down on my knees to clean his shaft. His dick was covered with butt juice, cum and some of my shit. I opened wide and took as much as I could down. I diligently cleaned his cock off and enjoyed the taste. "Bud, look at the pig eat up his own filth off Dutch's cock" "Never saw anything like that before".
"Woo Wee Earl seems this fag is a bigger cunt than we were led to believe." Maybe he is hungry for more?" Earl said something next that surprised me, "Yeah let me fuck you Bud and he can eat my load out of your shit hole!" Bud was silent for a moment, and then said, "Get over here and fuck me before I change my mind stud." With that Earl had Bud hold onto the bars from the outside, and bent him over. Earl slid that long cock up his fellow officer's ass easily enough. Bud moaned as each inch went in. Earl thrust fast and steady into the bears hairy hole, but I knew that he wouldn't last long. I had been edging them for some time, and they were primed as it was.
I could tell Bud was loving having Earl's cock in him as his face expressed pure joy. "Damn Earl you know what you are doing with that cock of yours, never thought I would ever get fucked, let alone enjoy it", Bud moaned. "Your hairy ass is sucking my cock buddy, just like I had fantasized about, been wanting your big ass for years." The realization that these two "straight" cops had wanted each other, and this for awhile was another reason I knew that I could not be alone in my desires. Masked as they had been for years, there are deep down needs a man just has to satisfy that a woman will never reach.
Earl finished up in Bud soon enough and then it was my turn. Bud unlocked the cell and waddled in with his pants still down around his ankles. He had my lie on the floor and he squatted that muscled bear butt down over my face. Dutch and Earl were in the corner still working their cocks which were not quite as hard as before. Dutch demanded that I tongue the officer's hole and loosen it up. I did this with ease. I could taste Earl's cum on the outside as well as enjoy Bud's ass stink. Bud then push down like he was taking a dump and I watched as his sphincter opened. As the puffy lips of his ass expanded Earl's cum started to flow out. I quickly tongued at the spooge. It was indeed mixed with shit, and ass juice, but what was so amazing is that it tasted like man. I could tell the taste of Earl's cum on its own, and the rest. It was amazing to digest. Bud moaned at each successive swipe of my tongue across his hole.
In the corner Dutch and Earl had worked up their own cocks and were about to cum. "Damn have you ever seen something so hot, and disgusting at the same time?" Earl asked. "Shit man if my slag doesn't enjoy cum and butt slime he is not worth my time" Dutch responded. I finished up with Bud and he moved over to his buddy's cock and cleaned off his load. I did the same with Dutch's. As the cops left, and relocked the cage, I lay there naked, cum filled, and satisfied. Again I had been used for my purpose and it was fulfilling. I loved cum, I loved men, and I would do anything to get their cocks.
The next morning I was released, handed back the keys to my rental car, and told that no charges were being filed. Both Earl and Bud said that the I was taken in because I was too drunk to drive and that was all. A total lie, but still. I called the factory and the manager there had already been contacted. He was totally cool with me coming in later, and it seemed I had once again gotten off lucky. I don't know how many more lives I had left, but only time would tell if I would be exposed. I liked the cover of being the married man next door. I think I even got off on knowing that I was endangering everything. But like I realized last night, men, regardless of how they may label themselves, have a burning desire to satisfy each other sexually. It is to what extent , and whether they allow themselves to that makes the difference. To me, I give everything I am to another man, or men. I am obsessed with their seed, piss, and yes even shit.