Murphys Law

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Hope you get hard at least once reading this. I know I sure did while writing it, especially at my long-ago memories of my misspent youth!

It's Tuesday morning and I'm in trouble. My wife woke me up with her mouth on my hard cock (gotta love "morning wood") and we had a most satisfying session of love-making as only two people who are thoroughly familiar with each other's bodies can experience. After we'd both climaxed, I fell asleep ... and overslept. Damn!!

Now I've got 20 minutes to get up & shower, get dressed, grab breakfast and get on the road for my 40 minute drive to work which would've been enough if I hustled. But we're all familiar with Murphy's Law and it really kicked my ass this morning. Coffee maker overflowed, cut myself shaving, couldn't find my damn keys ... and the car was almost out of gas. By the time I got on the highway, it was 8:00 and I'm usually heading to work by 7:45-7:50. Great!

How am I supposed to make up 10 minutes on a hilly, winding Ozark back-country two-lane "highway" in the course of a 30 mile drive? Only one way I know of is by driving way too fast. So as soon as I'm out of town, down goes my foot on the accelerator and up goes the needle on the speedometer. I'm doing 85 in a 55 mph zone on unsafe roads in a misting rain. Stupid, right? But a man's gotta do ...

I crested a hill doing almost 90 after just passing two slow pokes and there sits a Highway Patrol car, radar aimed right at me. Damn and Double Damn!! I'm hitting the brakes as I see him pulling out behind me, lights blazing and siren screaming, so I pull off into a farmer's driveway cuz there are no shoulders on the road.

Reaching into the console for proof of insurance and my license, I glance in my rearview mirror to see the cruiser door opening. I didn't really get a look at the face because his Smokey Bear hat is pulled low, but the body looks good ... real good. Of course, he's probably wearing Kevlar, but unlike most cops who just look barrel-chested or fat, he just looks "solid". And the way his cop-issue utility belt rides low, compressing his package into a tight, pronounced bulge? Well, let's just say for a man who is in a boatload of trouble, I am enjoying the view way too much ... and wondering why a 57 year old married grandfather is even noticing this?

My window is going down as I hear him say, "License and registration, please." As I turn to hand them out to him I come face to face with that very protruding package. Damn! It looks like something big is in there straining to be released and I don't even hear his question. Stop it! Stay focused!! But all I can think about is his zipper when he repeats, "I said, do you know how fast you were going, Mr. Johnson?" I started to speak and all that came out was a squawk, so I cleared my throat and said, "Well, since you're here, I'm guessing a little over 55?" His low, masculine voice replies, "How about 85 ... plus?!?" I tried for a shocked tone, "Really? Wow! I didn't think this ol' dog would even go that fast!"

Then I switched tactics in the hope that somewhere in his incredibly male soul there is a shred of pity. "Officer, I'm really late for work and my boss has been on my ass for being late too much lately. If I'm late again, he'll probably fire me. And my wife just told me yesterday that our insurance has been lowered due to our good driving records. Is there anything you can do so I don't have to pay a ticket?" He replies, "Mr. Johnson, you were doing more than 30 mph over the speed limit on a bad road in unsafe conditions! I can't just let you off with a warning. There has to be some kind of consequences."

I'm can't believe it when I hear myself saying, "Isn't there anything I could do to make you reconsider?" (What the hell am I doing? I'm not in college with my roommate. I'm 57 years old, married 35 years, four grown sons and seven grandkids. What the hell am I doing?) Before I have time to ponder the enormity of the situation, the officer asks, "Anything, Mr. Johnson?" and I hear myself replying, "Anything, Officer. Anything at all." After a long pause, the cop growls out, "Follow me." and I see him walking back to his car. Damn! If possible his "rear view" is even better than his front ... tight, round ass atop long legs. As the cop cars backs onto the highway and pulls away, I put mine in gear along with my memories and my mind begins to travel down an old road it hasn't been on in a very, very long time ...

I was 19 and starting my sophomore year with a new roommate. Jerry was a junior, 5'10", about 175 with a solidly muscled wrestlers body. And he was a redhead. We got along well from the first day and I noticed that he was very casual about his body. After a shower, he'd hang his towel in the bathroom and walk naked to his dresser where he would dig for a pair of tightie-whities, the standard back then. I found myself taking in his body, not being aroused, but almost academically noticing his muscle definition, his tight pecs and hard round ass. His cock wasn't impressive (mine was bigger) as it hung above his smallish (again, compared to mine) balls. But it was the only uncut cock I had ever seen, other than in a book. I found myself mesmerized by all of that loose, hanging foreskin, suddenly wishing mine hadn't been cut off when I was a baby!

But my detached observation all ended one morning early when I woke up to the gentle rocking of our bunk bed. I looked in the mirror across the room and I could see Jerry propped up so I jokingly said, "Hey, whatcha doin' down there?" and he replied, "What I do every morning ... jackin' off." I said, "No you're not!" thinking that he was messin' with me. So he threw back the sheet to reveal his fist wrapped around a very hard cock as he said, "Yes, I am!" My shock was fast replaced by horniness as I reached down and felt my usual piss hard-on. I quickly threw off my sheet and said, "Well, wait for me and I'll join you!"

Before long, that bunk bed was really rockin' as we both vigorously beat our meat. But I had the better end of the deal cuz from my position on top, I had a clear view of Jerry on the bottom and he couldn't really see me ... or at least, not the important parts. Didn't take long until we were both spurting our hot loads. I shot into a washcloth I kept under my mattress for that purpose but Jerry let his cum fly. I was amazed to see blast after blast of white cum arc out of his small cock (his was 5 inches and mine is 7) splatting onto his hairless flat belly and muscular chest. Then he jumped out of bed, still-hard cock swaying side-to-side in front of him, and headed for the shower. As he passed closer to the mirror, I could see white cum in his red hair, dripping onto his forehead. I'm mostly a pumper and my juice flows rather than squirts, so the way he shot his load was so hot that in just a few minutes, I was making another deposit into my crusty, trusty washcloth ...

Ahead of me, the Highway Patrol car is slowing down and turning onto a one-lane gravel road so I click on my turn signal and follow. About a mile down the road, a left hand turn leads us up a long, tree-lined, overgrown obviously long-unused driveway. It winds around, long vines brushing against my car and low branches sweeping the windshield. The drive comes out into clearing where I see a brick chimney, all that's left of the old farmhouse and a big dilapidated barn.

The cop pulls up by the barn and as I'm parking behind him, he gets out of his cruiser. He stands in the open doorway of the vehicle and removes his belt with all the equipment hanging from it and lays it on the car seat. Then he unbuttons his shirt and lays it over the seat back, revealing the bulletproof vest. He rips open the velcro straps securing it and removes the vest, tossing it atop his belt. He stretches magnificently, reminding me of a cougar I saw in the woods once. He rubs his hands over his pale naked torso, ridding himself of the constricted feeling the vest inflicts on him. He's slim, but has the muscle tone that tells of many hours in the gym. A strong, muscular chest above a noticeable six pack (something I haven't had since I got married and began to eat too much good home-cooking) says he does whatever it takes to be the best that he can be and he looks good!

Almost as if he just remembered it, he reaches for his hat and takes it off and for the first time I get a good look at his face. I'm guessing 28-30 years old and very handsome. Not a pretty boy ... more of a rugged face like you'd see on a Marine recruiting poster. But his hair is longer than the "high & tight" of the USMC, just long enough to hold a part in his very red hair ...

It's summer and Jerry has asked me to move in with him at his parents home in the City. There's not a lot of jobs in the Ozarks where I grew up and I'm really hard up for college money. Jerry's Dad owns a paint store and he suggested that we paint houses. He took us out, showed us how to do estimates, and gave us great prices on paint & supplies.

But the first night at the house, I was a little surprised to discover that all three of the bedrooms were taken: parents, sister, and Jerry. The idea of a summer on the couch didn't sound too good but Jerry's mom said, "You can bunk in with Jerry." I'm amused, thinkin' he has bunkbeds leftover from childhood, but when we carry my stuff into his room, there is only one full-sized bed. I didn't say anything, but I'm expecting a pad on the floor (even worse than a couch).

At bedtime, Jerry changes to his pajamas (21 years old and he always wore pajamas, even at college) which he wears with no underwear (I never could figure out why) and climbs into bed. He looks over at me and says, "Well, aren't you coming to bed?" and pats the empty side of the sheets. I did not see that coming! But I stripped down to my FTL briefs (I've always hated pajamas and have slept nude most of my life since college.) and got in bed. We are both propped up reading when there's a knock at the door and Jerry calls out, "Come in!" It's his mom with a basket of laundry. She sets it on the chair and says, "There's your clean clothes. And Ronnie, if you have any that needs done, just put them in with Jerry's dirty clothes and I'll do them tomorrow." (My mother quit doing my laundry when I was 12 after she showed me how.) Then she smiled at us and said, "You boys have a good night's sleep." and left the room. This was in the mid-70s and nobody thought anything of two people of the same gender sleeping together (my sisters did until the older one married), but it was a new experience for me.

Next morning, I felt the bed move as Jerry got up to take his sister to work at the nearby McDonald's. He just pulled pants on over his pj bottoms and went out the door. 15 minutes later, I heard him come back in and through slitted eyes, I watched as he removed all of his clothing ... everything ... and crawled into bed, naked. Well, my eyes may have been barely open, but my mind was wide awake, especially when I felt him cuddling up to me so we were chest-to-chest. I opened my eyes and he said, "Mornin', Ronnie." and kissed me on the lips. It was just a peck, but it was as if a master switch had been turned on in my body. As he looked into my eyes, I replied, "Mornin', Jerry." and kissed him back. I pulled away, but he wrapped his strong arms around me, pulled me close to his naked body, and kissed me passionately. I kissed him back and we lip-locked for a long time until I felt his tongue pushing my lips apart.

As our tongues dueled, I was aware of something poking into my groin. Jerry was hard as rock and though not as big as mine, his cock obviously wanted some attention ... and mind did, too. I don't remember who made the first move, but we were both stroking each other and it felt so good!! Much better than with my girlfriend who wasn't big on french kissing and thought playing with my cock was nasty (though she sure liked feeling my thick seven inches in her pussy!). I could feel the unbelievable sensation of his foreskin as it slid over and back on his cock. That was beyond amazing!! After about five minutes, Jerry threw off the sheets and I got out of my briefs. Before I knew what was happening, he had me pinned on my back and was laying on top of me. We kissed as he ground his cock into mine while holding me down.

Suddenly, in a lightning fast move he must've learned in his days as the State Champ in high school, he jumped onto my chest, astraddle of me with his knees on my biceps so I couldn't move ... not that I wanted to when I saw his hard, throbbing cock just inches from my face. His slit was peeking from inside the hood of its foreskin and I was spellbound by the sight of it. I don't know what he wanted or expected, but when I raised my head and took his cock into my mouth, he didn't act surprised as he moaned and leaned into me. Supporting his weight on the wall above my head, he began a slow rocking motion, gently fucking my mouth.

It was weird cuz I was getting nothing out of it ... he didn't touch me and I couldn't touch myself ... but I loved every second of having him in my mouth. I began to taste the saltiness of his precum and knew he was getting close as his pace and force increased, banging into my tonsils with every thrust of his strong hips. He was gasping and his fucking motion was becoming erratic when all of a sudden, he jumped off of me and ran into the bathroom. I watched as he stroked himself and in seconds, ropes of white cum was being shot into the toilet.

When he finished, he came back, put his pajamas on, crawled into bed, and without a word, went to sleep ...

The red-headed Highway Patrolman turned from his cruiser and, naked from the waist up, walked into the old barn. Remembering that he had said, "Follow me.", I got out of my car and headed cautiously into the darkness of the tumble-down structure. When my eyes adjusted, I could hear noise off to my right and in the dim light, I saw him opening a large black trash bag. I didn't realize that I'd been holding my breath until he pulled out an old blanket and spread it on a pile of clean straw. Looking up at me, he said, "You said 'anything', right?" I nodded, "Yes." and he said, "Okay, take your clothes off."

I pulled off my tie and unbuttoned my dress shirt. Nearby on the wall, I saw a row of hooks and hung my shirt on one. Next the shoes & socks, followed nervously by my slacks. When everything was on the hooks, he looked at me and said, "The boxers, too." (Like most men, I'd given up on briefs a long time ago.) I felt awkward and exposed as I pulled off my sky blue shorts, for a couple of reasons. First, because he still had his pants on which made me feel weird, being the only naked man in the barn. But second, because he was so gorgeous and I ... wasn't. As I said, my six pack was thirty years gone and my 6'2" body that weighed 175 in college? Well, it was still 6'2", but I was just over the 200 mark in the scales these days. My youthful 30" inch waist was an embarrassing 34 now, and though I went to the gym three days a week, I was not remotely on a par with this beautiful young cop.

But when I hung my boxers on a hook an turned around, I heard him quietly say, "Nice." You could've knocked me over with a feather, but then again, I do realize that some men have unresolved "daddy issues" and maybe this young man fell into that category? Then he says, "Lie down." pointing to the blanket. I did as told, stretching out on my side but he says, "On your back." so with some trepidation, I complied. Not knowing what to expect from this sexy young cop, I let my mind wander on possible scenarios when I was jolted back to reality by the feeling of cold steel on my wrists. Moving very quickly and while my eyes were closed, he had clamped handcuffs onto both of my wrists, each of which was attached to a chain that led to a hook on the wall. I said, "What the hell are you ..." when he jumped on top of me and held me down, much as Jerry had done that morning many years before.

"I'm not going to hurt you ... much. And you did say 'anything'. So if you'll just relax, I'll get off of you." I said, "Okay, but please don't hurt me." He gave a low chuckle as he proceeded to cuff my ankles so that I was spread eagle on my back, the morning sunlight streaming through a dusty high-up window and falling across my body.

Once he had me shackled, he stood up and stepped back into the shadows. I could hear him removing his shoes and socks. Then the unmistakable sound of a belt buckle and a long zipper being slowly lowered. He came back into the light wearing only (wait for it) a white Bike-brand jock strap. He looked like an Adonis and the sunlight glistened on the reddish hairs which covered his toned legs. He let me look at him, slowly turning so I could see his hairy ass before coming back up to straddle my chest. He pressed his jock-covered crotch up into my face, rubbing himself all around and I could feel his cop cock getting hard and growing ... a lot! He turned around so that his musky-smelling hole was winking at me.

"Lick it." he commanded, and though I'd never rimmed anyone before, I tentatively stuck out my tongue feeling my own cock jump as I tasted his pucker. Now that surprised the hell outta me cuz I'd never even thought about doing that to anybody before, but as in years gone by with Jerry, I was somehow willing to do whatever this man said. He pushed himself back more firmly onto my face so that my nose was in his ass and my mouth was on his hole. "Eat me out." he growled and I began to lick and kiss and tongue-fuck his hairy hole. And it was very hair, with red pubes like a rust-colored forest encircling it. "Mmmm," he said. "Feels so good."

He stood up, yanked off the jock and I saw a monstrous cock spring up to slap against his belly. It made my own seven incher appear small by comparison and had to be pretty damn close to ten inches. It was thick, it was shiny with pre-cum, it was surrounded by a natural bush of red ... and it was uncut!! As I was somewhere between awe and horror, he landed on top of me again with that Super XL sized cock right in front of my face. His equally huge, hairy low hanging balls rested on my chin as he said, "Suck my balls." I opened my mouth but quickly learned there was no way to do both so I had to suck first one and then the other, repeatedly alternating between the two. While I did, he was stroking his massive manhood, using both hands to slowly pump it up and down. Every upstroke brought his foreskin up to loosely hang off the end and every downstroke completely revealed his very red head.

"Open wide," I heard from above me and when I did, he aimed his cock at my mouth and proceeded to slide it in. Farther and farther, deeper and deeper, until I began to gag. He pulled back a little and said, "Breathe through your nose, relax your throat and swallow. That'll help, but even if you choke on it, I'm going all the way in!" So I took a deep breath as he began pushing in. I relaxed my throat, I breathed through my nose, I swallowed, I wished upon a star and clicked my heels three times ... but I still gagged till I thought I'd puke. But he just kept pushing as the tears streamed down my face. "Relax," he urged, as if it was that easy. "Just relax." I tried and then I felt a "pop" as if something in my mouth/throat gave way. And his cock began sliding into me as effortlessly as jello.

In moments, his red pubes were against my nose and then he began throat-fucking me. Jerry had never gotten past my tonsils, but this horse-dicked cop was halfway to my stomach ... and I was loving it. He kept it up for several minutes until I felt his balls begin to tighten on my chin. And that's when he slid his proud beauty up and out of my throat ... and slid himself all the way down my body until he was kneeling between my wide-splayed thighs. He ran his hands up my legs and all over my torso, lightly pinching my nipples. His hands found my erection and before I had time to think about it, he took me into his mouth. All the way down his throat in one fast plunge, my thick seven inches disappeared into him.

It felt so good and this obviously wasn't his first rodeo cuz he was able to keep going down on me without a hint of a gag reflex. And when he looked up at me with those green eyes ...

Is there anything more beautiful than a red-head with green eyes? Whether it's a male or a female, it's just the most amazing combination. Jerry was looking up at me with his big green eyes as my cock kept going in and out of his red-lipped mouth. It had taken awhile before he would even touch my cock, much less suck it. But now it was July 4th and we'd come a long way. His father's company picnic had been held out by the lake and we had all stayed for the fireworks display about to start any minute. Jerry and I had wandered off to a spot in the woods where nobody could find us and we were going at it like only two horny, testosterone-fueled male animals can.

We'd been enjoying each other for a few weeks now ... kissing, cuddling, swapping blow jobs and sixty-nining. We even slept naked every night, just so we could skip the getting undressed part (He threw a pair of pajamas in the laundry basket every week for his mother's sake.) and we had sex of some kind every night and every morning with the occasional quickie on the job if we were painting a vacant house. But tonight, while we were eating hot dogs at the picnic, Jerry whispered, "I've got a surprise for later." He winked and no matter how I tried, he wouldn't say anything else.

Now, here we were, out in the woods, and though I loved the feel of my cock in his mouth, it wasn't all that "surprising". And then, as I felt my balls boiling with the need to cum, he pulled off and said, "Wait a second." so I did. He was the "alpha" in our relationship and I always did what he asked. He reached for his shorts, pulled something from the pocket and held it in the fading light for me to see. It was a small jar of vaseline and he began to smear it on my throbbing cock. "What's that for?" I asked. I'm thinking he wants to jack me off with it, but I'd always found hand lotion worked a lot better. "You'll see," is all he will tell me.

He climbed onto me, astraddle of my waist, and leaned down to kiss me. And as his tongue was going into my mouth, my cock was going into his ass! He was whimpering in pain but our kissing muffled the sound. I tried to scoot down and away, not wanting to hurt him. But he shoved himself onto me, impaling himself on my hard cock! It felt so good as he just held himself in that position, waiting for the pain to lessen. After awhile, he sits up and begins to slowly pump himself up and down on me, riding my cock like he's a rodeo cowboy. At the same time, he's jacking his own cock (I didn't know anything about the prostate and how good it feels when getting fucked.) and I know I can't hold back much longer. I gasp out, "Jerry ... I'm gonna cum!" and he says, "Me, too!" and as his cum fires blast after blast out into the hot night air, landing all over my stomach, chest and face, my own load shoots into him and it's like nothing I have ever felt before!!

The fireworks show begins as our balls are pumping cum and I'm so thankful for the man who invented vaseline ...

The cop didn't use vaseline, but from somewhere, he pulled a bottle of lube and before I knew what he planned to do with it, he said, "I want you laying on your front. Will you behave if I unshackle you?" I nodded, and he took off the cuffs. I rubbed feeling back into my wrists (I am way too old for this) and turned over onto my stomach. As soon as I've laid down, the cop pulls my legs wide apart, exposing my ass and almost immediately, I feel the most unbelievably wonderful sensation. It takes me awhile to realize that it's his tongue in my ass. He whispers, "You like that, don't you?" I said, "I've never felt anything like it in my life!" I have no idea how long he was doing before his tongue was replaced with a finger and then two fingers and then three. He used them to spread my sphincter, widening me as he pumped them in and out of my hole. It felt so good that I sorta zoned out for awhile.

But I zoned back in when I felt a different feeling in my ass and it definitely was not a tongue nor fingers. I looked over my shoulder to see that my young assailant was trying to slide a police baton into my ass. In fact, he already had several inches inside of me before I knew what he was doing. And suddenly, a memory of another red-head and not a police baton, but ...

After that night at the July 4th picnic, Jerry seemed to only want one thing ... my cock in his ass. And, don't get me wrong, I loved fucking him knowing I had taken his cherry. But I really wanted him to be the dominant one ... at least part of the time. Unfortunately, he always wanted to bottom for me. We tried a lot of positions and we fucked in a lot of places ... even did it in his parents' bed a couple of times, which he really got off on!! But no matter when or where, he was the bottom and I was the top.

One day, I said, "This time I want you to fuck me and that's the way it's gonna be." Well, he tried, I'll give him that. But every time he got in position, he'd lose his erection. So I'd suck him awhile, get him hard, he'd get vaseline on his cock all hard like a brick, take aim at my hole and phhtt ... flaccid as an al dente spaghetti noodle. I was frustrated, he was embarrassed ... until he said, "I've got an idea." He ran out of our room, bare-assed naked (we were home for "lunch" and the rest of the family were all at work), returning in a moment with one hand behind his back. He said, "Close your eyes." and when I did, I felt his cock start pushing into my ass. Only it felt so hard ... and so big ... and so OUCH!!"

"What the hell?" I hollered and he pulled out really quick ... and held up a very large ... banana!! He said, "Well, since I can't stay hard enough to fuck you and you wanta feel what it's like ..." Now that I knew what it was, I said, "Okay, let's try it again ... slowly!" so he began sliding it into me, bit by bit, until he could barely hang onto the stem-end. "How does it feel?" and I said, "Now I know why you like me fucking you so much!!" He began a gentle in and out motion, doing unimaginable things inside if me, hitting and rubbing against something that made my precum flow like crazy. It was driving me wild with lust when I felt my cock being encased in a tight warmth. I looked up to see that Jerry had turned around (I'd been on my belly) and was sitting on my hard cock, facing my feet, fucking my ass with the banana and stroking himself with his free hand. In less than a minute I was pumping seed into his sweet little ass and he was shooting cum all over my legs!

It was so intense that we made good use of bananas (and a variety of other vegetable and mineral dildos) during the rest of that long, hot summer. But never a police baton, until ...

The cop had at least seven or eight inches of it in my ass and I had to admit I was enjoying it even more than a banana. But then he began sliding it out and I felt empty. "Put it back in, please!" I begged him. But he laughed and said, "I've got something you're going to like even better." I felt the coolness of lube being liberally worked into my ass with his fingers ... and then the baton again. But no ... wait. It was warmerer ... and softer ... and harder ... and thicker than the baton ... a helluva lot thicker! And I realized he was trying to fuck me with his monster cock!

"Stop! I can't take that thing! You promised you wouldn't hurt me!!" He said, "Two things: First, you said 'anything' and this is the 'anything' I want to do if I'm gonna let you out of your very expensive citation. Second, what I said was that I wouldn't hurt you ... much." I began to thrash around and struggle until he slapped me really hard on the ass and said, "Stop it!! You stop it right now or we get dressed and I drag your sorry ol' ass off to jail. Going 30 mph over the speed limit, driving too fast for road & weather conditions, careless and imprudent, endangering the safety of yourself and others, assaulting an officer ..." That's when I yelled, "I didn't assault you!" but he said, "No you didn't. But I'll say you did."

"So what's it gonna be? A night or two in jail, a huge fine, loss of your license and probably your job? Or are you gonna lay there and take this cock like the old whore you are? I think we both know you really do want me to fuck you!" I thought about what he'd said and I had to admit he was right. I did want his cock in me, if only to see if I could take it. But I didn't think I could handle the pain, and I said, "You're right ... I do want it. But I just don't think it'll ever fit in me and it hurts so much."

"That's all I wanted to hear," he said, as he reached into his pants pocket one more time and pulled out a little brown bottle. "What is it?" I asked, afraid of the answer. "It's called poppers," he replied. "You sniff it and it relaxes your muscles, especially the sphincter ... that's your" ... I stopped him and said, "I know what my sphincter is. So you're saying that sniffing that stuff will make my asshole relax enough to take your cock?" He smiled and nodded. "Is it harmful?" I asked. "No, you can buy it in adult bookstores or online, all legal," he replied. "You sniff it first," I suspiciously said. He took the cap off and held it to one nostril, inhaling deeply. "Wow! What a rush!" he said as he handed it to me. I took a sniff and he said, "Deeper! You've gotta inhale it." So I did. Almost instanty, my head had an inflated feeling and my whole body got hot ... and I felt mildly high.

"Mmmm," I said. "That's nice." to which Mr. HyPo says, "Thought you'd like it. Now let's try this." I felt a mild pushing at my anus and a gentle "pop" which was followed by a feeling of awesome fulness. And I just kept getting fuller and fuller until I felt the scratchiness of his wonderful red pubes pressing into my tender ol' ass cheeks. "Mmmm," I said again. "That really is nice. What's next?" He laughed as he bent down to lay on top of my back and he actually chewed on my ear before he said, "What's next is I'm gonna give you a fucking you will never forget." and he proceeded to do just that.

Every stroke of that humongous cock went all the way in and all the way out. He was actually pulling even the head out, waiting for my pucker to close up, and then ramming it back in again. It hurt ... but in a good way and every time I began to tense up or whimper, he would hold the little brown bottle under my nose and say, "Sniff!!" and immediately the pain went away, replaced by this wonderful feeling of ecstasy, like fucking and floating on a cloud, all at the same time.

After ... hell, I have no idea how long. But after awhile he pulled out of my ass and said, "Roll over so I can look at you." So I rolled onto my back, he took my legs, raised them to his muscular shoulders, and said, "You better take another whiff cuz I'm about to go even deeper!" I thought, "There's no way he can go deeper without killing me!" but I took a deep sniff of the poppers and he slid his still hard cock into me. He was right! He definitely did go deeper, but if anything, it felt even more wonderful than before!! He fucked me until I thought I'd died and gone to heaven as I lay there looking into his beautiful green eyes ... and then he leaned down ... and tenderly kissed me. He said, "I've been wanting to do that for too damn long."

Then he kissed me more passionately and as his intensity increased so did the tempo of his fucking. I could feel his big, low hanging balls swinging against my butt with every thrust as the loud smacking sound sound of flesh hitting flesh echoed through the old barn. Faster and faster his stroking into me went and the pain wasn't so wonderful now as the inhalant began to wear off. But I didn't care ... in fact, I liked the pain because to me, it was a sign that I was being used by this gorgeous, big-dicked cop. And the pain made me more alert so I could feel and hear and smell ... everything! I wanted to be aware of all that was happening with this unbelievably sexy young patrolman!

"Oh, man!! You feel so good ... so fucking good!" he said, and then between gasps and moans he said, "I'm gonna cum! I'm gonna cum! Oh ... my ... God, Ronnie! I'm cumming!" and he shoved deeply inside of me, burying every inch to the hilt in my ass. I know it's clichéd to say it, but I felt his cum shooting into my ass and it was incredible. No banana or baton or dildo could ever do that!! He jerked and spasmed as his balls unloaded their treasure into me until finally, he sighed and collapsed on top of me, thoroughly spent. His head was nuzzled in the crook of my neck and without thinking, I wrapped my arms around him and held him close. His cock was still in my ass and showed no signs of deflating any time soon. And I was going to be so late for work. But all I wanted to do at that moment was hold this beautiful man in my arms for as long as he would lay there and let me.

After a few moments, he raised his head and looked at me with those great green eyes. He kissed me sweetly and said, "Thank You, Mr. Johnson. You were awesome!! It isn't often I can find somebody, male or female who can take what I've got to give." I replied, "I'm more than a little amazed that I was able to. That ... what did you call it? Poppers? That stuff is incredible!!" He laughed and said, "Well, it helps, but only if you're willing. Now," he said as he pulled his cock out of me (did he have to?) and stood up, "We need to get your stretched-out ol' ass to work!" He reached down to help me up and I said, "I probably don't have a job anymore." He laughed and said, "You let me worry about that." as he gave me a friendly slap on the ass.

We got dressed and headed for our cars. He put on his vest, shirt and belt, then turned to me and said, "Follow me." so I again found myself again behind a highway patrol car until we pulled into the parking lot where I worked. He got out and followed me into the building where the receptionist looked at the cop and said to me, "Mr. Oswald wants to see you right away." The cop followed me into the manager's office and before the boss could utter one angry word, he stepped forward, shook the mean ol' bastard's hand and said, "I'm Officer Schmidt, Mr. Oswald, and I want to compliment you on the caliber of employees you hire. If Mr. Johnson here is a typical example, you are very fortunate, indeed."

Then he went into a story about how he had flagged me down on the side of the highway and asked for my help with an accident which had just happened. A car had gone off the road and down an embankment ant there were people still inside, including two small children. By the time he got done with his tale, I looked like a hero and would probably be named Employee of the Month!!

Before he left, as I was walking him to the door, he quietly said, "I'd really like to see you again ... without the speeding!" and I replied, "Well, I'd really like to see you again, too. But on one condition." He looked at me with those green eyes of his and said, "Oh? And what would that be?"

"That you lay in a good supply of poppers!" I said, and making sure no one was looking, I swatted him on his sweet, young ass!

It wasn't until after he was gone and I was reliving the experience in my mind, that something brought me up short. The first time that he kissed me, he said, "I've been wanting to do that for too damn long." Now what do you suppose he meant by that. Hopefully I'll find out ... next time.