I lay in bed and went over the events that had just happened to me. My elbow was over my eyes, shielding the light from the afternoon sun coming through the window. My first though was that I made it through all this, I survived I guess you could say. My mind instantly went to the thought, "How did Mike find out where I lived"? I was always very careful to never do anything at home or even give out my address. I had to protect some aspect of my life from the careless things I did when it involved sex. In my mind I replayed the conversations Mike and I had during our sex adventures and wondered if I had slipped up somehow. As far as I could remember I had followed my rules and had not said anything about where I lived. Someone else was to blame, had to be!
I rolled onto my side and eased myself up. The pain in my side made me gasp for air. I worried that maybe some of my ribs were broke. I felt light headed and sat on the edge of the bed, my one arm grasping my hurt side. I looked around my bedroom, taking inventory. My eyes instantly went to my gun safe. I could not have been happier to remember that I had locked my gun away before bed last night. It looked from where I sat that they had not bothered the safe. I felt a little better knowing that and continued to check out the room. Everything looked in place and seemed to have not been changed. I sat there a little longer getting myself back together. I saw the puddle of piss that Rick had made on the floor before me. It matched the large wet spot on my bed sheet that was made from the cum that leaked from my butt. Seeing the wet spot on the bed, I realized my belly was growling and I needed to take a dump. My insides were churning and diarrhea coming on was evident. I managed to get up without too much pain. I cussed the fuckers as my foot stepped in the piss puddle.
Making my way down the hall to the bathroom, liquid seeped from my butt and ran down my hairy leg. As I approached the bathroom a foul stench filled the air. I couldn't understand what it could be till I entered the room. Smelling like the worst bathroom I'd ever been in, my eyes instantly went to the toilet bowl. There inside was the "shit" that Rick had taken and had not bothered to flush down. Repulsed and discussed I flushed it and wondered what kind of man would think like that. I quickly sat on the john trying to expel what was in me. Knowing they were both still deep in me pissed me off more. I used toilet paper to dry the wetness from the insides of my thighs. The smell of sperm was strong as I dumped.
Finishing, I turned the shower on as hot as I could and got in. I lost track of time but was brought back to reality when the hot water ran out. Feeling at least clean on the outside, I got out. Seeing myself in the mirror for the first time, I was horrified! My eye was already turning black, my lip was swelled, there was a gash on my forehead and my neck looked blood red. I was a total mess. I knew I couldn't work looking like this and I had to think of a way to explain it all. I checked out my side, feeling if all my ribs were in place. As best I could tell there were ok, but the pain brought tears to my eyes. Swallowing lots of aspirin, I headed back to my bedroom. Again I stepped in the piss puddle, cussing the whole fucking world at that point! I pulled on some clean boxers, tee shirt and socks. I headed for my kitchen and living room wondering what I might find. The living room had some furniture out of place but otherwise was ok. I made sure my front door was locked before I headed for the kitchen. The kitchen was a different story. There were about 6 empty beer bottles on the counter. The refrigerator door was open and food and bread were all over the counters. I cleaned things up as best I could before I headed back to the bedroom. Using my dirty boxer shorts and socks, I managed to get down and dry up some of the piss. The whiteness of the boxers and socks was changed as the yellow water soaked them. Rick's piss still smelled strong and something more was needed to sop up. Using my shower towel I was finally able to get the wetness dried up as best I could. Exhausted, I tumbled back into bed and fell off to sleep.
I slept for about four hours before I awoke. For a few short seconds everything was fine till I felt pain again. I remembered the events of the day. Looking at my bedside clock I was shocked to see how long I had slept. Getting out of bed was a little easier this time as I headed to take a wicked piss. The strong stream echoed in the dark bathroom. Shaking off the last drop I hesitated turning on the light. The brightness blinding me for a second, what I saw in the mirror made me wish I hadn't. My mind went into action as I plotted how I could explain this. I knew I needed to go call the barracks now and explain why I couldn't work tomorrow. Heading for the kitchen my mind was going over every possible scenario I could think of. Looking out my patio door, it came to me. Seeing the stairs that went down one story from my deck to the woods behind the house was perfect! I picked up the phone and called work. Telling them I needed a weeks vacation because I couldn't work. I explained that I had come home from the "get together" last night, drank a few more beers, and fell down the stairs off my deck. I assured them I was OK but that I was sore and really couldn't work. They requested I go to the doctor tomorrow and get checked out. I agreed and hung up feeling better.
The next day I went to my doctor. My ribs were not broke but bruised badly. He cleaned my cuts and checked out my sore jaw. As he said, I would live, but stay away from deck stairs when I drank again! I had to stop by work to give them my doctor's slip. Everyone was shocked and wanted to be sure I was all right. Once that was settled the jokes and laughter began about my ability to handle my liquor. I laughed with them knowing I had dodged another bullet at least for now.
The week went by quickly and I went back to work. I was in "lock down" mode so to say. I didn't even want to think about sex I was so pissed at the events that happened. I looked over my shoulder and listened to every conversation I heard in the station. Worried someone might find out about me being into sex with guys. I have to say I even thought about taking a job a few states away I was offered a while back. Moving away wouldn't be running away I thought.
I would never "run" away. But maybe it was time for a fresh start, a new beginning. At least I had that option and that kept me going. I worked extra hard and focused on my job like I hadn't in a long time. My ticket book was full and I bringing in lots of revenue for the state. Anybody who didn't cooperate with me was fucked! I had a big time attitude and let it be known. I wouldn't answer the calls that came to my cell phone from the trucker that wanted to teach me more about cock sucking. I was done with all that, jacking off was all I needed. Yep, I was a changed man!
I took to dating women again. It was a perfect situation all around actuality. It made me look better around the guys at the station and I actually fucked one to make things look even better. Tony's wife introduced me to her. She was pretty and we hit it off quick. We took to dating and enjoying each other' s company. She liked to dance to country music and we found a local bar that we went to often on my nights off. Things couldn't have been better for me till that one night.
About two months had passed since I was attacked and fucked by Rick and Mike. I had tried to put it in the back of my mind and forget about it as best I could. I figured the more you stir shit the worse it stinks, so I let it all go. We were both drinking and dancing at this country bar, having a great time. She needed to use the ladies room and we kissed quickly as she walked away. I headed back to the bar to order a beer when someone walked up and bumped into me. Beside me was a huge dude who had his back to me and I brushed it off as nothing. Looking down the bar at the bartender trying to get his attention, I was caught off guard when someone put their arm around my neck. Quickly pulling me towards him the guy beside me spoke. "Cupcake, boy have I missed you"! I know my mouth was hanging open when I heard that voice again and knew exactly who it was. Once I put two and two together I pushed him hard away from me. He fell backwards into the person behind him. I instantly got my game on and had my fists up ready to kill the fucker. He came for me and I hit him hard with a force I never knew I had in me. He fell backwards to the floor and I started kicking his sides as women screamed and the area cleared. The loud music stopped playing and beer bottles could be heard breaking as tables were knocked over. I sat on his chest and was punching him when the bar's bouncer pulled me off. He knew I was a cop and had me locked in his arms as he talked to me. He walked me towards the back room the whole time telling me, "You didn't want the cop's called do you man"? I was like a raging bull but his words cut through all the anger. I knew he was right and I fought off the rage within me. My girl came out of nowhere and wanted to know what happened. I looked around the room to see if I could see him again, but he was nowhere to be seen. She rubbed my face and asked if I was all right. I assured her I was fine and that the guy was a low life scum who needed his clock cleaned. The music started again and everything went back to normal.
She wanted to dance some more and I figured he was gone now. I felt really great, super charged in fact! My male hormones were pumping and I felt like a stud! We drank a beer, danced and had a good time with Rick nowhere in sight. Towards the end of the night I needed to piss so I headed off to the men's room. I passed one dude on the way out of the restroom as I made my way in. The room was small with one urinal and a toilet. Only two guys could really be in there at one time. I opened my pants and pissed with one arm against the wall. I didn't pay any attention when the bathroom door opened and a guy made his way in. I was too into getting rid of the beer I had in me. Behind me Rick spoke, "Caught me off guard, I'll give you that Fucker"! I quickly wiped around still pissing holding my arms up ready to go another round with this guy if necessary. "Fuck you Rick" I yelled at him standing my ground! He was leaning back against the wall and held his hands up slightly. "Listen I don't want any more trouble, I understand your pissed off at me, but I though the time passed would have softened you up," he spoke. "My mistake," he went on. "Now just put your fists down and finish your piss, I just want to talk with you for a bit and I'll be on my way." He seemed sincere somehow and I took him at his word as I dropped my fists and turned back to the urinal to finish. Shaking off and putting my cock away I turned back to face him. "Can we talk now, man to man without any fighting," he asked me? I was kind of interested in what he might have to say so I answered yes to him. He wanted me to step out the back door and talk somewhere a little more private as another guy walked in the bathroom. As he walked out I hesitated at first, but moved through the door and turned right towards the back exit door.
Once we were outside the night air felt cooler then the stuffy, smoky, stale air we just left. He moved a little further down the side of the building lighting a cigarette as he turned and stopped. In my mind if he were going to start fighting again he wouldn't have lit a cigarette so I relaxed a little. I moved a little closer to him to hear what he had to say as he began to speak. " First off I want to say I'm sorry I took part in what Mike wanted to do to you."
"But I did enjoy fucking you." He smiled at me and looked me up and down. " I know you enjoyed me you too," he spoke as he groped his crotch. I folded my arms as I listened to what he had to say. "Was thinking maybe you would like a another roll in the hey with me." "Seeing how we put all the bad stuff behind us," he said as he rubbed his jaw back and forth. I didn't really know how to respond to him or what I wanted to say so I kept quiet. I think my being quiet through him off some. "What you say man, want to ride on my cock again"? He moved closer to me whispering he wasn't going to hurt me, relax. We were totally alone out back and the only thing you could hear was the muffled loud music coming from inside. He stepped right up against the front of me and reached out his hand and started groping my crotch. I allowed him to and the feeling was overwhelming having a man touch me again. I instantly went hard and he smiled at me. "You been fucking that Philly in there," he asked? I spoke that I had as he continued to play with my cock through my pants. "She's real pretty, but we both know that's not what you need." "My trucks right over there," as he pointed to the truck I remember being in my driveway. "Come with me man and I'll give you what you want."
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