Officer Ted
By: Wade Wright
Chapter Three: Reporting in at Home
"Hey Ted, I gotta call home. I told Mom and Dad that I'd call home Saturday afternoon and just let them know where I'm at and how everything is going. I'll just be a minute."
Gary dialed the family phone number -- back in Indiana -- and his father answered. "Hey, hi Dad. How you guys doing? I'm in southern California in a little town called Sweetsburg. Yeah, it's a little town -- little -- but yet bigger than Bummersville is. I got here like three days ago, and I got some supper, and I ate my supper, and then hit the highway for a while, but then turned around and came back just because I thought maybe I wanted to see this place better and kind of get to know some of the people here. So I got a room, and then decided to stay for a few days to see what this place is like. So anyway, I'm still here and liking it. Yeah, yeah, I like it. I've made some friends, and believe it or not, I got a job as a cook in a restaurant. Yeah, so yeah, I'm planning on staying here for a while anyway. Yeah, I'm still staying in the same place I did when I came back to town, so anyway, that's where I'm staying for now. Yeah, I was talking to some guy that knew I had just landed in town, and he told me that he knew that a restaurant needed somebody, so anyway he took me over to that restaurant and introduced me to the lady that owns it, and he told her that he really didn't know too much about me cause we had just met the day before, but he said I seemed like a pretty good person, so I applied and got the job. The lady that owns it, told me that her son lives here in town, and she thinks he's got a room that I might be able to rent, so I'm gonna talk to him sometime this weekend and then see if maybe I can live at his place. Hey, how's Mom? She there? Oh, yeah I forgot about that. Well, when she gets home, tell her I called and tell her that I said Hi' and that I love her, and tell Jeany that I said Hi' and I love her too. Everything down here is going great, so don't worry about me, and hey, since I'll be making some money a little quicker than I thought, I'm gonna get me a cell phone as soon as I can, and when I do I'll give you my number so you can call me, but for now, I gotta get off of the phone. I'm using the phone where I'm staying and I gotta pay them for this call, so I gotta go. Bye to everybody and tell everybody I love `em. Bye Dad, love you."
"Wow! Was that you I heard on that phone? Gary, you fed him a complete pile of shit man. What in the hell?"
"Ted, I had to man, I had to. If I had told him the real story of what is going on, he'd had the cops on my tail trying to get me and take me back home. Yeah, I know it was lying but man, you just don't know my family and know how damn controlling they can be. If I'd even let on like maybe I had found me a real good friend this fast, that would have freaked them out completely. He would have been asking everything about you, and I do mean everything! And if I'd have given them anything to even hint that maybe I'd gotten into a little gay stuff, I know damn well they'd have tried something to get me back home -- somehow -- and get me straightened back up again. I'm sorry Ted, but I had to call them so they did not send out an SOS looking for me or my car, but I sure could not tell them what was really going on. If I had mentioned that I was going to be working for a black lady, that would have freaked them out to no end. We just do not have anybody in that town that is not white and a grandson or a great grandson of some ole person that lived there centuries ago. And besides, if I had mentioned that the lady that I was going to be working for was black, then they would know her son is black too. Me living with a black man!? No way in hell -- no way!! That would have really given them reason to get somebody out here to take me back home. Ted, you don't just know how badly I really did want to tell him that his little country boy is now getting one big black beautiful cock pushed up my ass everyday, and that big black cock belongs to the man I sleep beside every night now. And that is one big, black, bold, beautiful man! There isn't anybody that looks like you do anywhere in that state, I'm sure. If so, I sure as the hell have never seen him."
"I mentioned your Mom's son, and that you might have a room that I can rent, and so maybe that is a little on the shaded side, but it's not all lying. I just kinda failed to tell him just how much rent I was going to be paying, but hey, right now, I'm just paying with my ass! I also just kind of failed to tell him that since I've been here -- what three days -- I've already taken up that room, and I've taken up something else, and that is, that I've had more dick up in my ass than most gays get in a year. One big black gorgeous dick, and a couple more normal sized white dicks. And I told him that I had made some friends, and yes, Steve and Pete are friends, I also just kind of failed to mention that when I made friends with them was -- what I made -- and that was some real wild sex with them, and I just kinda failed to tell him of just how close of friends we already are. Real close, like their dicks up in my ass, and my dick up in there asses -- that close! And hey man, that Steve has got one hell of a big fat dick doesn't he? Since I hadn't played with guys until the other night, I really didn't realize how thick his was. It's not as long as Pete's, and well even mine, but it sure as hell is fat, isn't it?"
"Yeah, Steve's is kind of what you might call a good tree stump. Short and stumpy, and damn near too thick and fat to suck on."
"Hey, Dad didn't ask me how I met my friends, and he didn't ask what I and my new friends do when we see each other, so I didn't offer any explanation. He didn't ask me how I found the room I'm staying in, and I assume he thinks it a motel room, but I just kind of never bothered to set that straight. And he never asked if everything driving wise, out on the road, was going okay, nor asked if I had not gotten any traffic tickets, or gotten stopped by any Highway Patrolman, so I just kinda failed to mention that I did get pulled over. And oh man, did I ever get pulled over! Now when I'm lying down the wrong way, I get pulled over again and again, and by one hell of a hot looking cop."
"When I mentioned your Mom's son, he didn't ask what type of work you do, so I kind of failed to tell him that you work for the state, and you find lonely guys out along the highway, then take them home, strip em down and completely change them into a new person. Hey! Right now I think maybe my phone call is a big relief to them knowing that I did not end up in San Francisco, where all of those funny' people are. I just know deep down inside that when I finally told them that I was going to go out west, that that, was their main fear. Honestly Ted, they are so fucking uptight about everything, that I am surprised that Jeany and I even exist. I'm sure that when they had sex to make Jeany and me, that they felt like they had completely gone to hell! Anyway, I'm sure they'll find out some stuff sometime, but not now. I need to get my new life in order, and then deal with them. So anyway, they know where I am, they know I got a job, and right now, that is enough. Hell, just telling him that I was gonna be getting a cell phone, pretty soon, probably shook the hell out of him, cause back there, we just never do `the modern' thing."
"God Gary, I did not realize just how up tight your childhood had been. I'm surprised that it took you until this time to finally get out of there."
"Oh, I wanted to so many times, but living in a place like that, it's not easy. There's nobody around that you can even try to tell, that you want to get out and move away. If you did, the words would be back at your house before you were. When I left, it was all of a sudden. I'd had my suitcases packed for days, and hidden, before I told Mom and Dad that I was going. And of course the first thing that they did was to call the preacher and have him come to the house so we could all sit down and discuss why I wanted to leave."
"Oh shit man, shit! God Gary, I can't believe this! No wonder you were so ready the other night when things started getting a little different for you! You were really ready weren't you?"
"Yeah, I was ready, but I just didn't know for what. I just remember that when I was driving away from the Café, that I was so pissed at myself, cause I could not get you and that hot body of yours out of my mind, and how I had rather ignored you when I wished I had sat there; looked at you and that great big potato bulge showing in your crotch; mentally undressed you; maybe had a chance to feel you; and hopefully let you know -- somehow -- how badly I wanted to know you and find out everything about you. I was really mad at myself, and then when you did pull me over, you were so different. You really scared me then. You saw me looking at your big thick crotch standing there right beside my window, and then you yelled at me asking, What in the hell you looking at guy? You looking at something that you want?' Then I remember when you leaned over toward the window and reached in and pushed your hand down under my crotch, and acted like you were looking for something. I really did not understand that what you were really doing was feeling my crotch and checking to see if I was having a hard-on or not. Oh man, when I felt you pushing your hand under me and my dick, oh shit man, that felt so good! I'd never had anybody putting his hand under there and feeling me like you did. It felt so good, but right then, I was still afraid that you really were trying to find some reason to take me in and book me. Hey, I was in a different state, a long way from Indiana, and wasn't too sure of just how things were done out here. I thought maybe reaching in and grabbing a guy's crotch was an okay thing for a patrolman to do. When I finally figured out that maybe this was not normal, like after you pretty well did everything to me out beside the car, and you then called Steve and Pete to come get the car, then I was really pissed that I had not had a hard-on so that you would know right away that I wanted to feel you and have you feel me. Honestly man, when you took me out beside the car and started feeling me, I was really fucking afraid that maybe that was a ligament search and you really did not want to do something with me, except take me to jail. Oh man, when you undid my shorts and reached inside and grabbed my dick and my balls, I really did not know for sure just what was happening. Then you got my hands, handcuffed back behind me, so that you could lean up against me and rub your cock up on em, and I could feel your big dick inside of your uniform pants, I was so fucking afraid that you were trying to set me up for something that you could take me in to jail for. Yes, hell yes, those vice grips hurt like hell, especially when you put them on me, but there was no way in hell that I was gonna cry like a cry baby and make you think I was wasn't worth doing something with. Ted, when you leaned inside of that cruiser and started biting on my tits, that was the closest thing to sex that I had ever had, except for that little time, just a little earlier when you slid your hand down under my crotch and felt around. I had never had any man's hand down there feeling around. At that time, I even thought that was sex. That was as close to sex that I had ever had. Yeah, I had jerked off before, but I had never, in my entire life, ever, had anybody do anything to me that even came close to that. I wanted to pass out when I felt your hand touching my dick and then my balls. Then, when you had your teeth on my left tit, and you were biting it, that was when I swore to everything, that whatever it took, I would not beg for you to stop anything. I honestly did not know if I'd end up in a hospital that night or not, but I just knew by looking at you, that I might be treated pretty rough and pretty tough, but I was gonna measure up! I was not gonna let a hunk -- one that looked like you -- throw me out cause I did not measure up for you. Honestly man, when you had me out beside that car and you had my pants halfway down, I was praying for my first fucking that I'd ever had. But I still did not know yet, just what was really happening, or gonna be happening! Just the idea of you, what you looked like -- those tight, really fucking tight, uniform pants on you that kisses your ass and hugs your dick -- how you are built and just the mental idea of you pushing your cock up inside of me, standing out there in the open beside the highway, man, what a turn on! Right then, I even wanted to feel your fingers reaching up in there some. That's some of the reasons that I let you do anything and everything to me that night! I was not gonna loose my one chance of getting you to play with me! When you called Steve and Pete, that was my first clue that yeah, maybe I was gonna get to really see you, feel you, touch you and really get to know you, and you weren't trying to do something funny that you could throw me in jail for. That's why I took those vice grips and bit my lips!"
"Hey Gary, thanks for telling me that stuff. I had no idea that maybe your life had been like that. I just knew that you had never had any gay sex before, but I sure as hell never thought that your life had been that straight and strict. I mean, I know there are a lot of guys that have never had any gay sex until they are older, but I think most of the time it's more because they just never found the right guy to do something with."
"Ted, when did you find out you were gay? How old were you?"
"Oh Gary babe, I was a bad boy my whole life, I guess."
"What, what? What'd you mean by that?"
"Well, maybe I shouldn't call it being a bad boy, but I knew pretty damn early that I liked guys. When I was young, I was always wanting one of the other guys to kinda play with it. And I found out later, that usually a guy gets an erection when he is stimulated by something, and for some reason, I guess I just never needed any stimulation. It wasn't until I was eighteen before I had what I'd call some real gay sex. See, my Dad was a police officer in the town were I grew up, and I gotta admit that almost everybody in town knew I was well hung, cause the kids were always talking about it, and some of the parents heard `em talking, so then one parent told another parent, and so my big black dick was often a topic of conversation. I really do think that because I was a black kid, and they knew I was hanging a long rod, I think all of them, kids and dads too, were always wondering about my dad's dick, and they wanted to see it, too. I'm kinda sure that maybe some of the other officers that Dad worked with might have seen it some, well at least in the restroom when he was taking a piss. Hell, never thought about it, but maybe that was the reason some of them were so interested in my dick, if they had seen Dad's monster and then they wondered if mine was gonna be as big. I found out later, like while I was in high school, about some of the conversations and descriptions that had been going on between some of the men in town. I think they were talking about Dad and me both. I heard some stuff that kind of makes me think that some of the dads were hoping to see mine, sometime, since they had little faith that they would ever be able to see Dad's. I think they thought, 'Well if I can't see his, then maybe I'll get to see Ted's sometime, and then kind of know what his Dad's looks like.' Well anyway, like I said, my Dad was a police officer in that town, so everybody was afraid to do anything except talk, no matter how damn curious they were. I did find out, sometime later, about some questions some of the fathers did ask their sons that I was in gym classes with. Hell, from what I finally found out later, after I was older, I think the way the talking was going on in that town, I think a whole bunch of the fathers were doing each other, and that was why they were so interested in me. And to be honest man, I really do think a number of 'em wanted to do something with Dad. They figured that if I was hung good, then Dad had to be too. So anyway, my true first grown up type of sex, with someone that was not some young school mate -- which of course then, it was all just kinda playing around with it -- was a week after my eighteenth birthday."
"There was a filling station in town that guys always hung around, and like sat up on the coke cooler and talked and wasted their time doing nothing. Well, come to think about it, I guess maybe I was one of them too. Well anyway, that's where I was on my eighteenth birthday, and of course the subject of my birthday did come up. All of a sudden, the excitement kinda went up in that room. Some of the guys did not know until then, that I had finally reached age eighteen. I kinda think that some of them had just felt like the barn doors had opened up."
"That the barn doors had opened up? What do you mean? What does that mean?"
"Well, kinda like the little calf had just become a full grown bull. They knew that they had all been talking about the kid's dick for years now, and the time had finally come to where they could tell me they wanted to see it, and not get in trouble."
"They wanted to see it?! Those guys wanted to see your dick?"
"Yeah, yeah. Hey man, gotta remember, I'm talking about a whole bunch of white guys, and most of them had never been in a shower with a black man. Hell, when we moved to that town so that Dad could take that policeman job, that was the talk of the town, and I'm sure the normal conversations started up about how black men were hung, and pretty soon their sons were tipping `em off about the black kid and what he was hanging, even though it wasn't done growing yet."
"There was enough conversations going on about the kid's dick and how much bigger it was than some of the father's dicks, and my Dad knew that some of the other boys were playing with it as often as they could, and obviously I was letting `em, and not complaining. He came into the old shed out behind our house once, and found little Jimmy trying to lick the color off of it, so anyway Dad knew early on, that he had a gay son. So once I reached eighteen, whatever happened, as Dad was concerned, it happened."
"Anyway, at that filling station that day, once the group found out about my birthday, they wanted to give me a birthday party, and yes -- a skinny dipping swimming party out at the ole swimming hole. The time had finally come, and they wanted to see it and not just hear about it. At that time, I will admit maybe I was a little on the stupid side, but I honestly did not realize they wanted to do this party just so they could all finally see my dick. Hey, once I found out why, I was all for it. I liked to show it off, and now it was gonna be to some of the older guys -- some of the daddies from around town -- and hell yes, I was willing."
"There were like about ten guys there, all daddies except two, and I found out later why they were not daddies. They were gay guys. Sam and Ernie. Sam, at that time was about thirty years old, and Ernie was about five years older, so he was like thirty-five. I found out that they were gay guys, because I was told by one of the daddies that he just knew Sam and Ernie would want in on the "showing it off" thing, so he told them about the planned swimming party and when it was gonna be, so they showed up too. Why he knew those two were gay, I don't know, but maybe just out of living around them for a long time, it was obvious. They didn't live together, but they were together a lot. I'm not sure the ole town would have accepted them living together, although there sure was no problem of talking about the young black kid and his big dick."
"Hey Ted, were you the only black kid around there?"
"Oh yeah! Yeah, until we moved in there, it was all white folks and a few Mexicans, but to have a black family move in was really something to talk about."
"Hey that swimming party, what happened? Anything except swimming happen there?"
"Oh yeah! First thing was getting my swim trunks off of me. Some of the guys were there before I got there, and as soon as I showed up, I had about three guys all telling me to get em off man, get em off.' And what they were talking about was my trunks. I had ridden my bicycle out to the swimming hole, so of course I had my trunks and a pair of shorts on. As soon as I had taken the shorts off, that's when they started telling me to, get em off.' Well, like I said, back then it really did not take any stimulation to make me get a hard-on, and of course just as soon as they started telling me to get `em off,' I went hard. Somebody actually had brought a tape measure with him -- yeah believe it or not -- a tape measure, and so just as soon as my ole dick was sticking out there in full view, he grabbed that tape measure and measured my dick. It measured eleven and a half inches from the top of my rod, down to the tip, and it measured right at about seven and a half inches around. Gotta tell you man, that was the first time that I had ever had a man, and not some kid, taking ahold of my dick and feeling it like he did when he measured it, and so hell, it might have been bigger then, than it had ever been before. It was pounding hard! I mean, that day it was so fucking hard, that I can still remember how it felt, today. The guy that had brought the tape measure, didn't let loose of it very fast either. Looking back now, I just know damn well that he wanted to throw that dick in his mouth and suck on it, but he couldn't do that in front of the other guys."
"Hey that Sam and Ernie, the guys you said were gay, what did they do?"
"They weren't there yet, so they didn't get to watch me getting measured, but you gotta believe me, that once they did get there, George, the guy with the tape measure let them know just how long my dick was, and how fat it was. All afternoon, somebody kept talking about it and talking about how black it was, and how stiff it was, and so I had to kinda stay in the water most of the time, cause it was hard and yeah it was fucking stiff! I had never been the center of attention with a group of guys, older guys, and especially with them all talking about my cock."
"Did the other guys have hard-ons?"
"Yeah, some of em did. I think maybe three of em did. Maybe they liked what they saw, but then never said so."
"So hey, did you have sex that day? Did anybody do anything? I thought this was supposed to be the first time you had some real sex."
"Oh yeah, it was! Believe me man, it was. Let me tell you, it was!"
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