I reached down and gripped my quickly swelling cock through the material of my loose fitting sweat pants. This dude made my balls draw up tight and my pecker stand tall! I watched as he killed the engine on his bike and dropped the
kickstand. With one foot planted firmly on the only solid piece of black top in the parking lot, I watched as his other beefy leg swung over the back tire and he stood. I could tell from the dim glow of the overhead bulb hanging that he was wearing black chaps. On a warm summer evening like this, it was a choice of appearance on his part and not because of the cold air. Shirtless, but wearing a black vest, he looked every bit the part of a hard-core biker type. Ruff looking and burly acting, I was in instant bitch mode for this guy. I even amazed myself with those kinds of weird submissive thoughts as my eyes strained to catch a glimpse of his crotch. I watch as he reached in his tight pants and pulled out a lighter and pack of cigarettes. Ever so casually he checked his surroundings as he lit the cigarette and took a huge drag. The red amber tip glowed brightly in the darkness as he sucked deeply.
I continued to slow pump my cock as I watched mesmerized. He had my number and I was begging inside that he would enter the shower room and not the diner. Taking one last drag, he flicked the half finished smoke and started moving. Making his way to the wooden walkway that connected the shower room and the diner, I had fears my suspicions about him were wrong. Even this far away, I could hear his heavy boots on the wooden boards as he moved. When he made his way past the shower room door, I spoke out loud to myself, "Shit, NO! Go inside man, please!" Somehow I wondered if he suddenly felt my karma, because he stopped and slowly moved back towards the door. Very hesitantly, he gripped the doorknob and then did another perimeter check before he slipped inside. That was all I needed as I reached for my door handle and popped open my door. I cussed the dome light as it came on and made my appearance know to anyone else who might be sitting back, watching and waiting. I took the time to shut my door as quietly as possible while still wanting to get my ass inside the building before anyone else had a chance to claim my prize. Granted this guy may just be going in to take a piss, but if he was there for something more, I wanted to be his. Quietly but quickly I moved past the bumper of my high sitting pickup truck. My cock was pointing out the front of my sweat pants like a coonhound sniffing for a scent. I felt totally sex crazed as I looked down at myself in that condition. Realizing I needed to get some kind of composure over myself before I darted in the building looking like a deviant, I turned back and leaned against the side of my truck. I cussed myself for not wearing underwear now as I tired to think of anything besides getting my ass plugged. But I have to tell you guys it wasn't easy! It took a few minutes, but I was able to drain some of the blood as I thought of boring paperwork I still needed to get done and the guy who called me a pig the other night for pulling him over. Dam, how I wanted to put his lights out for that, but I knew I had to keep my temper in check. Reaching my hand under the elastic waistband, I tented the top of my sweatpants to help hide the still half plumped up hotdog I still sported. Satisfied I could hide my erection better, I moved fast towards the shower room. Instantly out of the corner of my eye I saw a guy emerge from the dark shadows from besides the building and make his way towards the entrance at a fast pace. From somewhere deep within my brain a voice spoke to me saying, "Hold up!" I always listened to and respected the powers that kept me safe as a patrol officer and slowed my forward movement. When the guy hit the overhead light, I recognized him instantly. Even holding his head down and slumping his shoulders, didn't hide him to me. His crew cut shaved head glowed in the dim light as he reached for the door. There was no doubt it was officer John! I instantly did an about face and moved into the shadows of two big rigs parked close together. "What the FUCK was he doing here," I moaned to myself as I leaned back against a big tire. Staring at the other trailer parked beside the one I leaned against, I pondered my next move. All the blood had left my cock now and it hung like a limp noodle as I stood nervously biting my nails. I kicked a stone hard with my boot as I cussed his name and then hit the side of the trailer with my fist. Pulling my hand back and shaking it, I held my mouth open and quietly moaned in pain! Calming down somewhat as I rubbed my aching wrist, I realized how stupid I was. Thanking god that I didn't break anything, I decided to wait him out and enter after he left. I crotched down low on the balls of my feet under the humongous trailer. At this level I was provided a perfect view of the door as I patiently waited him out. The night air was warm and humid and sweat ran off my face and dripped onto my gray tee shirt. Faint roars of distant big rigs roaring down the new section of interstate was all I heard besides the crunching sound of gravel under my boots as I fidgeted. Crouched down like this I couldn't resist ripping off a silent fart and then gagged myself on my own stench! I started to laugh as quietly as I could and then lost my balance and fell over. Dam, I thought; no more fast food chili for me! The sudden onset of laughter helped me out of my pissed off funk as I brushed dirt off my tee shirt. I crouched back down and started wondering why he had been in there so long as my legs began to cramp. Maybe he was taking a dump crossed my mind. But taking this long it must be a hell of a dump! I stood up and slowly began to pace. Something just didn't seem right to me. My skin began to crawl and I felt a knot form in my stomach. I now realized that no one that had entered the building had come back out. I suddenly began to worry about his safely as I thought about the biker. I had an honor code to uphold and part of that was to protect my fellow officer no matter how much I despised him! Duty kicked in and I knew I had to find out what was happening in there. I quickly made my way back to my truck and opened my locked door. I leaned across the seat and reached in the glove box and removed a gun I kept there for emergencies. Grabbing my clip, I closed the door loudly now and loaded my gun as I walked fast towards the shower room door. Just before stepping up on the wooden walkway, I stopped. Loosening the strings that held my high top boots tight on my foot I slipped the gun down inside. Pulling my sweat pants lower on my hips hid the gun completely. I was ready for anything at this point and I was firing on all eight cylinders! At the door I stood with my ear close to the opening, hoping to hear something. I did hear voices ever so often but nothing that sounded unusual. Taking a deep breath I slowly entered. The squeak of the old hinges left no drought to anyone someone was entering. I had been in this place before so I wasn't disoriented by the flickering florescent light overhead that went off and then came back on brightly. Again that familiar musty smell entered my nostrils and reminded me of the time Dennis and I spent in here recently. Its funny how a certain scent can take your mind back to an event in your past. I moved slowly down the long row of shower stalls with my senses on high alert. My asshole twitched uncontrollably as I passed the shower stall where Dennis had nailed me in the first time. A powerful sexual surge came over me mixed with a rush of fear. Dam, I was experiencing feelings and emotions that I never knew were possible lately. I was feeling more alive as each week pasted and less like I was in a rut! The sound of rusty shower curtain rings being pulled open focused my eye to a stall at the end of the row. A guy emerged pulling his pants up as he walked towards me. He looked like he worked at the local coalmines. Around these parts you get to recognize the look. Redneck to the bone as we say! He was wearing a dingy white tee shirt and black stained green work pants. When our eyes met he smiled nervously at me as he pulled his zipper up. I guess even in police mode I couldn't stop my eyes from watching him zip up. Looking back up at him he seemed more at ease as he shook his head. "Sorry buddy, but the guy back there is already doing a dude!" he laughed. "Never seen you in here before," he said fast as we both met and stood facing each other. "You're not a cop are you? Guess not cause you look just like that guy back there on his knees. Military huh?" he then asked. In a state of instant shock that John could be the guy on his knees in the last stall I tried to answered without flinching, "Uh yeah, Military!" I agreed to quickly. "Something wrong dude, you look like you just saw a ghost?" he asked back as I couldn't stop myself from staring down the hallway towards the stall he just left. The faint sound of moans echoed down the corridor. I was fighting a battle of mixed emotions all at once and felt overwhelmed. My new friend reached over and shook me gently and I snapped back to reality. "That guy back there is pretty good at sucking dick. There's some biker dude with him plugging his ass. But you could use his mouth like I just did if your in need that bad, you OK man? He a friend of yours or something?" A twinge of jealousy ran up the back of my spine as I pondered the possibility that the biker could now be fucking John! "I'm Ok guy," I answered back to him as I turned and faced him again. "He' s no friend. Just new to this place, checking things out tonight, you know." Grinning at me and then reaching over and rubbing the top of my crew cut he said, "Figured you for the type that sucks cock anyways. Most all you big tuff military type guys always are round here. When I saw you checking out my package, I knew. Guess I'm your type then solider," he offered without malice. "Now I wished I had saved it for you, but around here you have to go with what you can get. Dam, nice sharp hair cut you got there. But it would feel good on my balls as you blow me sometime!" He continued to stroke my head and grin like a Cheshire cat with a few missing front teeth. We appeared to be about the same age but had taken different paths in life. The black hair on his head looked thick and uncombed and matched the heavy beard that hadn't been shaved in days. Feeling that we were connecting somewhat I used the opportunity to ask more questions, "The guy back there, how long has he been in here?" "He's been here oh about 30 minutes I'd say. That guys been hanging around regular for the last couple weeks. Hasn't let me fuck him for some reason but he loves to suck my dick, why you asking?" "I was just wondering what the competition was like for me around these parts," I answered with a big smile as I reached for the front of his pants and pulled his zipper back down. I dug my hand through the boxer slit and began to fondle his soft equipment. Yeah I know it was a bold move, but I knew it was a way to throw this guy off as I played with his soft cock and low hanging hairy nuts. His marbles were a lot bigger then mine and I was impressed with the size of his sack. I could tell he was an all American red-blooded breeding machine. I imagined what kind of loads he must shoot as my mind wondered. I was startled back to reality when a bathroom stall door opened and two guys walked out. There was no guessing what they were doing in there. They both walked by us standing there and offered a nod as they made there way out the door I came in. Bringing my attention back to him he spoke, "Already told you I fed that guy back there, but I'd be willing to let you work another load out of me later. Seems to me like your wanting to have sex with me pretty badly right now. You want to go have a coffee or something to eat at the diner while I recharge? Hell, I'm buying!" Something about this backwoods type guy got my nuts to draw up tight and ignite my horniness again. He gave off a feeling of pure confidence and cockiness as I continued to play with him. I found him to be lustful and manly and I craved that right now. I wanted to be with someone tonight and the idea that John didn't think he was good enough to fuck him only made me want to even more. What is that makes you throw all logical thoughts out the window and give into jealously and lust. I think he was beginning to realize he intrigued me and he made the first move. Without much use of force, he moved me back against the cinderblock wall. The cold concrete felt good on my sweaty back as he moved in. Placing both his hands on the wall on each side of my head he leaned in close and whispered. "Or you could come to my place and I could fuck your ass, your choice?" He looked my hard in the eyes and nodded his head slowly yes to me and I found myself mocking his movement. He then reached his thumb and finger to me chin and gripped it tightly. "I have a trailer up in a holler about 10 minutes from here we can go to. Nothing fancy but its home. I got a bed you'd look perfect in face down. But, I tell all my bitches straight up before we fuck that I don't use rubbers. I have never worn one and never will. Just aint natural for a man to wear a bag over his most prized possession. Hell no, it's the one receiving my gift of life worries! See a man like me eats what he kills, breeds what he fucks. Just want you to know the score right from the get go buddy before we go to my place. I'm clean dude; you got no worries there and I expect the same from you! Don't be having second thoughts at the trailer after you done got me horned up. You make your choice now!" He gave me a cold hard stare as I pondered his words. I didn't want to stay here any longer waiting for John to discover me and I needed to get laid tonight. This guy could provide just what I craved tonight. He leaned in closer to me and I felt his hand slip behind my back and go under the waistband of my sweat pants. The smell of his skin and the heat off his body overwhelmed my senses. He moved his hand down the crack of my butt and found my hole. I was trying hard tonight not to be my normal "don't trust anyone" self. So I threw
caution to the wind and allowed a total stranger access to the most intimate
part of my body with no resistance. Somehow deep inside I already knew he would be getting a chance to use it. I moved my arms around his waist and let him check out my hole all he wanted. All to quickly he moved his mouth to mine and we began to suck face! He aggressively parted my lips with his tongue and we were swapping spit next. I could taste the faint taste of chewing tobacco on his tongue as I sucked it like a hungry baby. Suddenly pulling from me, he stepped back and my hand came out of his underwear. "God dam you're a sexy little bitch aren't you. I could make you howl at moon like a dog tonight if you give me the chance! Give you some country guy loving and breeding! You'll be coming back for more after were done, I promise!"
He reached in his back pocket and pulled out a bottle of liquor. He screwed off the top and took a big swig before offering it to me. "Take a big drink buddy, it will open that asshole of yours right up to me!"
I took it from him and downed a big drink myself. It burned as it went down my throat and gave me instant liquid courage. I watched as he tucked his tee shirt in his pants, pulled his zipper back up, fastened his pants and then looped his heavy belt buckle in place. He wore a silver buckle with a large Nascar number in the center. I could now tell he had the beginnings of a beer belly as I looked him over more. Noticing his boots I could tell they were old and well used. A large hole at the toe of his right boot showed the steel tip that protected his toes. Looking every bit like a man who doesn't fit the norm I would be with, I still wanted to have sex with him. Backwoods and uncouth acting, he still made my dick get hard! I felt like a teenager all over again wanting to experience it all. He then grabbed my arm tightly and asked, "Am I slicking your insides up tonight?" Better judgment told me I shouldn't go home with someone I didn't know. But I put my life on the line everyday patrolling the streets and compared to that, this was nothing to worry about. I knew this guy was just using me for a place to dump his load tonight and I accepted that. Hell, I'm a grown man and I know these things. I'm tired of doing what is expected of me all the time and being what everybody else expects me to be. It was time for me to live a little dangerous in a different way. And this guy was all that to me. Tonight proved to me that we all have secrets and were all looking for something. John was a prime example of that to me now. I no longer had to worry about his threats or bull shit mind games. I felt a hung weight lift off my shoulders as I took another big drink from the liquor bottle. I would deal with his ass later. Right now I was more worried about getting my ass plugged. Screwing the top back on the bottle I handed it to him and spoke with confidence, "Lets get out of here. Where's your vehicle parked?" As he turned to leave I pulled myself from the wall. That's when I saw the biker guy and John walk out of the shower stall together. The biker dude had his arm around John's neck and you could tell they both had enjoyed each other. There was no way John could lie his way out of this. I could have turned and he wouldn't have seen me, but I couldn't just let this opportunity slip past me. Not after all the shit he had put me through. Fuck no! It was my turn to hold the cards now! I stood and waited till he saw me. The look on his face will forever be priceless to me. I flipped him the double middle finger and turned quickly to catch up to my new friend as he walked out. Grabbing his ass just as he reached the door, he turned and pointed his finger at me and laughed, " Trust me dude, you'll be acting a little less cocky after I get done with you tonight! As always guy, positive comments to Dogbone421@aol.com (mailto:Dogbone421@aol.com)